The Skywalker
Congratulations on your physical and moral victory, Anwarkin Skywalker... I believe it is long due.
It's been raining the past week or so, probably symbolic in cleansing away the dirty hate and favouritism of this country.
While this morning, the warm sunshine fills this land, and we awake to the smell of fresh air, morning dew and warm sunshine. Let's hope this is an omen of better things to come under your care.
Well, the Sky is your limit now. We, as a People have allowed you to walk the skies in your victory.
We're drunk on your promise of One People, One Nation.
Your passionate cry of: "Anak Melayu, anak kita; Anak Cina, anak kita; Anak India, pun anak kita. Mengapa harus kita bezakan?" rings in our ears long after it's gone. It has moved us- to tears and to action.
Your words are to us, of almost equal significance and importance as Martin Luther King's "I have a dream" to African-Americans of the States.
And so, I can only hope that you deliver on your promises for change.
After 50 years of continuing regression into racial segregation, we're hoping that after our Golden Jubilee as a Nation, we'd be able to start mending the rifts. And so, we, as a new generation, have decided to vote for change.
And thus, we hand you our hopes, our happiness, our livelihood and our country on not just a silver platter, but a golden platter, exactly a decade after your fall from grace, and right before we begin the next 50 years chapter of our country.
We can only hope Anwarkin Skywalker does not turn into Darth Vader and leave a melee of destruction in his wake: just because he can.
It's been raining the past week or so, probably symbolic in cleansing away the dirty hate and favouritism of this country.
While this morning, the warm sunshine fills this land, and we awake to the smell of fresh air, morning dew and warm sunshine. Let's hope this is an omen of better things to come under your care.
Well, the Sky is your limit now. We, as a People have allowed you to walk the skies in your victory.
We're drunk on your promise of One People, One Nation.
Your passionate cry of: "Anak Melayu, anak kita; Anak Cina, anak kita; Anak India, pun anak kita. Mengapa harus kita bezakan?" rings in our ears long after it's gone. It has moved us- to tears and to action.
Your words are to us, of almost equal significance and importance as Martin Luther King's "I have a dream" to African-Americans of the States.
And so, I can only hope that you deliver on your promises for change.
After 50 years of continuing regression into racial segregation, we're hoping that after our Golden Jubilee as a Nation, we'd be able to start mending the rifts. And so, we, as a new generation, have decided to vote for change.
And thus, we hand you our hopes, our happiness, our livelihood and our country on not just a silver platter, but a golden platter, exactly a decade after your fall from grace, and right before we begin the next 50 years chapter of our country.
We can only hope Anwarkin Skywalker does not turn into Darth Vader and leave a melee of destruction in his wake: just because he can.
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