A poetic tribute to Singapore on her 48th birthday on 9th August 2013
Imagine that there are no leaders,
You and me, our own teachers.
No soldiers, police or government;
Every heart in silent agreement.
Simple rules color our freedom,
Floating in a flat magical kingdom,
No central body for coordination.
A crown on every head and station.
The year is two thousand and fifty,
Having complexity upon uncertainty,
Was it accident or was it blunder,
The melting away of the old order?
Decisions based on acting and reacting,
No more divisive opinion or feeling.
Cooperation in competition, our edge,
A celebrated diversity of knowledge.
Problem-solving, we distribute,
To each individual, it's a tribute.
Allocating resources by efficiency,
No matter change or emergency.
No longer the old argument so perpetual,
Between community and individual.
We adapt and give our attention,
In self-organization and collaboration.
Small bits of effort, single outcome,
A joint project, society has become.
Disagreement, compromise, domination?
We'll take consensus and integration.
O, how this imagination has grown.
Maybe, this cool reality is overblown.
If we could awaken from this dream,
We'll realize that old and new remain a team!
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