We are stamping each other to death in a furtive Cha-Cha. We will lock ourselves in birdcages but shout at those who sing. We eat our meals in a feedback loop and soon the man in the tasseled fez has taken our job. It’s ok because We Are Majulah; we are onwards we are progression we are inclusive except for those we don’t include. We will give up our seats reserved for the elderly but not the normal ones. We will be seated far from the fat man in the purple shirt, far from the man whose sweat smells like dust and cement. We will create a safe space. Those are precious; that too is Majulah. Elsewhere on the globe a paper writes about a Singaporean Family Feud and we chant, Sue her! Sue her! Sue her – that too is Majulah, that is only necessary, that is only love, that is only the Singaporean way. We are Majulah; we don’t turn back on what we do. There is only forward.
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PROMPT:
Write a poem in the first person plural, i.e. “we”, with a minimum word count of 70. Contain this poem to a single, unbroken stanza with no line breaks, using at least one of the following words: LOOP, PURPLE, GLOBE, TASSEL, STAMPING.
CHALLENGE: Use all five words.
KAMIKAZE CHALLENGE: “We Are Majulah”
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