It has
many chambers,
like we do of commerce
of education, health, the rigors of life
through which our people flow.
It is
the smaller organ
yet it feeds the rest;
larger lands with oxygenated aid
through and from our hands.
It draws
both nutrients,
wisdom of the east and west;
pumping fresh blood to stagnant cells
uniting old thoughts anew.
It beats
to the tempo of the globe-
an international hub or rather
international heart of the world.
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Submitted for the inter-class poem thing. It didn't show up though, guess there wasn't enough keywords like "unity" "progress" "Singapore" "forefathers" and such.
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