“If we all studied poetry, Singapore would go to pot.”
Chan Heng Chee (circa 2003)
And now we have been schooled
For narcotising reasons
Objections overruled
Going to pot is treason
A smoking gun of leaves
That will trigger the downfall
Of morals and beliefs
Addiction ruins us all
Despots decree each time
To ban unweeded viewpoints
In denial of rhyme
Poetry slips out of joint
