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Echoes of Chains A Poem on Colonization in Malaysia

Once, the rivers ran free and bold, Through emerald lands, rich with gold. Mountains whispered to the sky, Under the watchful, sovereign eye. Then came ships with foreign flags, Tongues of steel, and hearts of crags. They carved their names upon our soil, Turned our labor into toil. Spices bled from calloused hands, Traded dreams for foreign lands. Rubber trees stood, tall yet tied, Bound by laws the West applied. Sultan’s voice turned faint, unheard, Drowned beneath the master's word. Hands that built were hands enslaved, History’s pages torn and paved. Yet, through the storm, a spark remained, A whisper strong, unchained, unnamed. In the forests, hearts rebelled, Stories of warriors fiercely held. Merdeka rose with morning’s light, Breaking through the longest night. Chains had rusted, cracked, and fell, Freedom rang like gamelan bells. But echoes linger—soft yet deep, In names we keep, in wounds we weep. Still, we rise, through time’s embrace, Holding strong to roots and grace.

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Date: 2/1/2025 3:34:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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Amalin Mustafa
Date: 2/24/2025 3:33:00 AM
Thank you so much, I am honored.

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