Sonnet 35

That thou hast her, it is not all my grief,
And yet it may be said I loved her dearly;
That she hat thee is of my wailing chief,
A loss in love that touches me more nearly.
Loving offenders, thus I will excuse ye,
thou dost love her, because thou know'st I love her,
And for my sake even so doth she abuse me,
Suff'ring my friend for my sake to approve her.
If I lose thee, my loss is my love's gain,
And losing her, my friend hath found that loss;
Both find each other, and I lose both twain,
And both for my sake lay on me this cross.
But here's the joy, my friend and I are one;
Sweet flattery, then she loves but me alone.

People should not be afraid of their governments,
Governments should be afraid of their people.
I enjoy routine as much as any bloke/
but all they demanded in return was your abject submission/
the fear has become their tool/
a fear of being overtaken by Malaysia/
a fear of losing the material "edge" enjoyed by so few/
and so textbooks are printed to show the "perilous" state of my country/
to co-erce my countrymen's cowering support.