Misery in the park

If you were at Hong Lim Park on Saturday, did you hear the piping of the birds?

If you were at Hong Lim Park on Saturday, did you see the beautiful blue skies?

You were sinking, trying desperately to thread water in this relentless financial whirlpool, and clutching at straws.

You saw a hero in Mr Tan Kin Lian. This is a time when you need a symbol. You need a tourniquet to seal the life and optimism bleeding away.

Is he the hero who can save you, from this ineluctable fate of watching your hard-earned hundreds of thousands spinning through the epicentre of arguably the greatest financial meltdown of the century?

If you were at Hong Lim Park on Saturday, what was the colour of your heart?

If you were at Hong Lim Park on Saturday, did you see an oasis in the desert of your hopelessness?

If you were at Hong Lim Park on Saturday, did you see yourself as part of a fellowship, like abandoned animals on a Noah's Ark of misery?

And finally, if you were at Hong Lim Park on Saturday, did you think Tan Kin Lian was the knight in shining armour who would cleave a path through this thick shrubbery of despair and bring you light?



If you have abandoned one faith, do not abandon all faith. There is always an alternative to the faith we lose. Or is it the same faith under another mask?
Graham Greene