You

I see faces everywhere
In this melting pot
That I call my home,
My Singapore.
Also your Singapore.

I have nothing against you
After all, we are all migrants
In some way or other.
Pastures greener we flock to
So I understand.
Such's globalisation.

My forbears were migrants too
I am the children of the children
Of the children of migrants.
So many tiers removed, so many permutations.

So I have nothing against you
As a new migrant, ephemeral or permanent.

Yet, I do have something against you
When you start telling me
A citizen borne of the soil
What to do.

You are just my guest
You don't supersede the host
And tell him how to man his backyard.

So if you are here
To partake of your host's tea and provender
Spare a thought and
Be sensitive.
Don't attempt to overthrow your host
From his own abode.

You wouldn't want to be
Known as foreign trash
Do you?