he cuts a sorry figure, the solitary vendor
among the sleeping bungalows
pedalling up the stubborn
aristocratic slopes of jesselton heights
Today in class we discussed a poem and for homework we had to write one paragraph on one of the verses in the poem. I decided to choose the verse above because it touched me in a way. For example he is just a simple street satay seller trying to earn a few ringgit for his family. He worked hard day and night and still the rich people of jesselton heights don’t see him for what he does or is trying to do. They are just being extremely arrogant and ignoring him all the time not interested in even trying, to help him out. I find this extremely sad because I would at least spare some of my time to buy some satay off of the man and fell proud that I have just helped one of the many hard workers out there support his family.
By Brenon Johnstone