I set foot on the nice, soft and sandy beaches in Phuket
Leaving thousands of footprints behind.
Of course, I am not the only tourist there.
The whole beach was littered with footprints and our rubbish
Sometimes I really wonder what this is really all about
Would my presence interrupt the local’s lives?
Am I damaging the natural beauty of this country?
Others said tourism makes the cash register rings.
With all that money,
the country will rise and prosper
But all those cash were replaced with even luxurier resorts,
and with tourists attractions mimicking nature.
They did not realise that nature’s true beauty could never be replicated.
Worse still, they had used animals to attract the crowd
Training performing animals with a long slash
Going against the habits of nature
Making Elephants standing on its two hind feet
With its heavy weight crushing against its two poor feet
Baby monkey stretched his long arm to reach for its Monkey
But was chained to a small wooden tree house.
I could not bear myself to stand behind those camera flashlights
Doing nothing but watchin others cheering and clapping
As they snapped pictures of animals with eyes of sorrow and fatigueness.
I saw more pairs of blue eyes staring back at me than black
I heard more accented English than any other language
I sensed an emptiness invading this island
I tasted the saltiness with tinge of bitterness in the seawater
This island was once a rare gem in the Andaman Sea
But now it was broken and crushed into tiny pieces
Right under our feet.