Singapore - the sad life

I called one of my old staff today after meeting his father at the bus terminal. After all the pleasantries, I was informed that his son did not go to Singapore to work, after resigning from my place, as that was his original intention.

Later I called his son on his handphone and found out that he realised that Singapore is not so glamorous afterall.. They fail to pay as per agreed, and the present economic problems there have put a huge toil on everyone.

I received a poem from an engineer in Singapore, and I thought it shows some truth of what I had with my old staff today:

Once upon a time, in nineteen sixty-nine.
HDB were not only subsidized,
but standard of living also very nice.
One spouse working, all can survive,
children are children all running around so nice.
Fast forward 40 years, it is the dreaded two thousand nine,
HDB flats had all became smaller in size.
Now termed "market subsidized,
their prices are not so kind.
Cost of living had grown so high,
now both spouses have to work nine to nine.
We all have to work like mice,
just so we can get some rice.
While ministers all sitting on cloud-nine, busy scheming for our
every dime. PAP MPs, all pretending to sign,
but in reality, have no minds.
Terrorist escaped, no need to resign, fixed the oppositions also
never mind. Children from two, are getting up-sized, before they
even recognize, whatever is life.
Their minds are filled, with all sort of lies,
that Lee Kuan Yew is the only one who ever sacrificed.
Golden age came and went, in a flash of an eye, economy chewed to death,
by rodents and mice.
The government is simply, not so nice, hinting us to send our
elderly, far off to die. Asking to explain, they are not kind,
"Lesser mortals" we became, while they walk high. Is this the end?
We can't resign.
This sad story of Singaporeans is our life.

Author: Unknown