Some of you might have seen this sign at East Coast Park in Singapore.
And just below it is one of my favorite poems.
Alfian bin Sa’at
Because he will crash land on his head, assuming it to be
The strongest part of his body.
Because someone will put up a sign that reads:
Do Not Step on the Cirrus Clouds.
Because it does not even take a man hundreds of feet above
Sea-level to learn contempt.
Because there will be new categories of handicaps: bow-wings,
Ostrich disease, scaly feathers, carousel flight syndrome,
Or at a freak show: The Amazing Wingless Wonder.
Because he will have a new weapon, gravity,
And everything he releases becomes a missile,
Even glass marbles, books, the fatal music box.
Because he is lonely enough without being able to
Frame the house he lives in between his forefinger and thumb.
Because then the sky will shed its metaphors of freedom
And become another path for him to carry his burdens.
Because there will be a popular form of suicide:
Flying into foreign airspace and being gunned down;
All it takes is a nose-tip to press an invisible blue button.
Because each death in mid-air, each comic comet plunge,
Will be another enactment of the fall of Man.
Because in concentration camps people will break wings
And use the feathers for quills to write sonnets
And pillow stuffing for innocent dreams.
Because he will have less to fantasize about, less of miracles
And the word ‘levitation’ will not exist.
Because there will be children who will empty their bladders
Under cloud cover in an attempt to make yellow snow.
And because he might get the wrong notion that he is closer
To heaven, when he has not even come to a mile
Within the presence of angels, despite the resemblance.
Some times I wonder, is mankind trying to hard to go against nature with their efforts for the greater good? Perhaps it was never meant to be this way.
The advancement of medicine, saving and prolonging lives leading to over population and thus taking a toll on our earth. Technology and television that teaches our young the wrong things, planting violence in their heads, increasing their knowledge and at the same time their wants. Resulting in discontentment with what they have.
We have so much more than what others used to have years ago. But are we happier? What happened to the simple joys in life?
Or perhaps, it was meant to be this way. Since everything happens for a reason.