Chinatown train station, at the waiting bays.
A moving poem lionising the Chinese immigrants who came to Singapore in the 19th century. Yet the choice of words in the second stanza suggests a glorious lack of irony or self-awareness of the present.
They are destined to live and die on this small island.
I'm sure Tan Shie Hwee has won some dubious poetry award for this.
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