"There's Commies in Malaysia?" , you say
as you gasp in wonder;
Come visit my school, pray;
Communism in all its splendor.
Gone are all your private possessions.
(Smartphones, Ipods, you know what I mean.)
Locked away in endless detention,
if you let them be seen.
Then there were the uniforms,
Bland, conservative and ugly whites.
No point in screaming for reforms.
They'll connive despite your plights.
Now they're banning our food too!
Those sick, heartless dictators.
"Soft-drinks are bad for you. "
Bah! That's tyranny for sure!
Behind me, fuming,
the headmaster stamps his boot.
Ignoring him, I go on writing.
What a hoot!