It
was morning when he walked up the hill,
Unnoticed by his pa and the other men at shore,
Who continued casting nets with their usual skill,
It was hard work for the boy aged ten or more.
He reached the top and climbed a coconut tree,
The sights and sounds above, filled him with awe,
Then he turned his head to glance far out to sea,
And nearly fell off with fright at what he saw.
A fleet of vessels appeared slowly on the horizon,
There were nineteen of them with flags on deck,
Each held a cannon, like a fire-breathing dragon,
And trumpet sounds – a sign of peace or an attack?
Balls of fire from the ships whizzed through the air,
They crashed on the men working in their boats,
The cries of the wounded filled him with despair,
Malacca was left burning by those cut-throats!
They fought with courage, the Sultan’s forces ,
But fell back, under the onslaught of the enemy,
Their bows and arrows, blow-pipes and lances,
Were no match for the enemies’ heavy artillery.
The boy on the tree wailed in pain and terror,
As he observed the
carnage throughout his land,
He knew he had to hide for he was in danger,
The boy who was, became an angry young man.
12 May 2013
Unnoticed by his pa and the other men at shore,
Who continued casting nets with their usual skill,
It was hard work for the boy aged ten or more.
He reached the top and climbed a coconut tree,
The sights and sounds above, filled him with awe,
Then he turned his head to glance far out to sea,
And nearly fell off with fright at what he saw.
A fleet of vessels appeared slowly on the horizon,
There were nineteen of them with flags on deck,
Each held a cannon, like a fire-breathing dragon,
And trumpet sounds – a sign of peace or an attack?
Balls of fire from the ships whizzed through the air,
They crashed on the men working in their boats,
The cries of the wounded filled him with despair,
Malacca was left burning by those cut-throats!
They fought with courage, the Sultan’s forces ,
But fell back, under the onslaught of the enemy,
Their bows and arrows, blow-pipes and lances,
Were no match for the enemies’ heavy artillery.
The boy on the tree wailed in pain and terror,
As he observed the
carnage throughout his land, He knew he had to hide for he was in danger,
The boy who was, became an angry young man.
12 May 2013
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