Spoken Poetry – Al Hafiz Sanusi

Rebel Poem

This will be the poetrythat will get me in troubleThis will be the poetrythat will get me cancelledThe Straits Times, Mediacorp will take umbragewith what I have to sayArticles will be written about meOpinions will be voiced by many laymen and womenabout my familymy ethnicitymy voicemy modestythe outrage overthe heresythe atrocitythe hypocrisythe guts and theContinue reading “Rebel Poem”

A lot can happen in a year

A lot can happen in a yearA lot can go wrongPlanes never departPlans never arrivedAnd a planner filled with postponed fulfillments. As I stare downThe great halls of this terminalA towering architectureOf a profits economy can affordEverything seems to be in orderThe AC never felt too coldThe lights never a dull sight. But,A lot canContinue reading “A lot can happen in a year”

29

The last of our 20s What constitutes the last decade? What counts as having it worth? Will you remember it by the number of times you’ve stumbled and fell the bodily bruises you gained the acne scars you’ve collected? Do you recall the tiny failures that will last you a lifetime that thing you saidContinue reading “29”

2+2=5

There is no place for stupidity here, Is needed Make our nation great again. It takes too much effort To teach kids the values of Piety and prudence Too much time is wasted Counting your coins Calculating and budgeting Conversation with the canteen uncle Is a constant struggle of corrections, Is a waste of time.Continue reading “2+2=5”

If You Die Tomorrow

If you die tomorrow, then I am screwed big time. I will need to lead in your final prayer stand in front of those old Tok Imams and recite strange verses which I can never comprehend which you have never understood. If you die tomorrow I will need to buy that archaic Book start learningContinue reading “If You Die Tomorrow”

To be a better man

To be a better man you ought to believe in a God that you are nothing but a minion your strings orchestrated by invisible fingers from the above. You ought to cover up that void in your heart with a Surah, a Doa, make it seem whole and pure once more. You ought to prayContinue reading “To be a better man”

Pockets

I keep dreams in my pockets. When I was ten, I wanted to be a Blue Ranger. I wasn’t handsome enough to be a Red, nor black enough to be the Black. So I had to settle for Blue. When I was twelve, I wanted to be a soldier. The kind that would go intoContinue reading “Pockets”