Swing-Swing

The malays from the nearby community centre are practising their drums in the multi purpose hall. Their orchestrated melody is somehow drawing a picture of how I am feeling. The fast and ferious pace is painting the sky with dark clouds and vultures while the transition into a slow and soft melody is drawing a group of warriors trying to fight against their enemies.

My heart is struggling very hard and it is as though those vultures flying above me are preying on my dying spirit.

Im a warrior. Yes. I couldnt give up as yet because there are people whom Ive got to protect. Im a survivor and I will survive.