History is swallowed into a vacuum

picture taken from badan warisan's website. see also http://www.badanwarisan.org.my/content/?cid=154



Through the decades,
these windows gazed,
through city side walks,
through lives,
we can't imagine.

The world outgrew these eyes,
and through her,
not only riches were turned to ash,
not only for today and tomorrow,
but our conscience too.

And often we wonder,
if the poor are robbed of history,
then who's to know,
if a rich man's fate, even if a name,
were to carry a soul's secret to Hades,
what he owes to me is also lost.

And so I wonder,
a rich man's house...
this one...
what parables you can show us,
to a nation who thirsts...
for a history that she can't make?

...and...
who is left to pick up the pieces,
when we won't know what pieces,
are these of?
when and then we won't.

all that is left,
are the euphemistic tombs,
we won't scarce to forget,
we were bribed by these towers...
Malaysia, this is your tombstone.
and see how they eclipse your memory!

Her shadows!