The forgotten Merlion is one of a rare conundrum.
It is in the middle of somewhere and in the middle of nowhere.
Successful people in the world have heard of its ingenuity,
But they would have forgotten sooner.
It is young, but it is not that very young,
A cultural disposition and a displaced former.
Uncertain about where it truly belongs.
Struggling to stay afloat, to make its ends meet.
Dreams are supposed to come true for the forgotten Merlion.
No matter what dreams they are.
If any tinge and sparkle of magic remains on it,
It is to drinking port with the stern utilitarian.
A strange vision envelops the forgotten Merlion,
Where vanity and desolation tower hills,
Pure hearts exchanged for cash,
Tug-of-war between haves and have-nots.
It cannot speak out loud for itself with the courage that it has,
The courage it seems to instil and protest.
If the forgotten Merlion is seeping in Anonymous,
Then the shadow of it too, is surely forgotten.
-Vander
Disclaimer: All poetry and fiction here are original material written by Vander. Please note that all text references, descriptions and indications are purely fictional (make-believe if you didn’t know what fiction is!) and is in no relation to any actual entities.