Or rockets soaring ever higher?
I’ve got a snail, all cool and slick,
With armor made of stone and stick.
He’s not too fast, I must confess—
We crawl through mud, we crawl through mess.
But slow, you see, can still be strong;
The shortest path can take too long.
His eyes pop out on little stalks,
He leaves a trail on all our walks.
He hums a tune (or maybe farts?)
But this brave little snail has got some heart.
We do not fight with sword or gun,
We fight with jokes, and joy, and fun.
Our battles bloom with daisy bombs,
We march with music, singing songs.
The generals, they point and sneer:
“What kind of warrior rides from here?”
But still we slide past rage and roar—
Two peaceful rebels in a war.
So if you’re lost in battles loud,
And tire of pleasing every crowd,
Just find a snail, and take the reins—
And let all the world race past in vain.
A Note to Fellow Singaporeans:
In these times of economic flux and geopolitical uncertainty, remember: being small doesn't mean being weak. It means we must be deliberate, united, and thoughtful. Let others chase the wind—we'll build our future, slowly, slowly, now...
#Singapore #TradeWar #SlowIsStrong #RideASnail #PMAdress #LawrenceWong #CalmInChaos #PoetryForTheTimes #SGStrong
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