Like Fireflies
While the nation slept
the celestial heaven shone
Tiny sparkling jewels are the stars
yet brighter are you
Little torchlights flickering about
belied the spirited flame
In your hearts
there is hope
Though Chek Jawa will be no more
happy will be the memory of you
who cared and dared to walk with her
in darkness and in mud
We met like tiny glass pieces
broken and shaken in her kaleidoscope
to sparkle that once
even as the nation slept
- by Joseph Lai (2001)
Poem dedicated to volunteers of Chek Jawa Survey 2000
