Treasure Island

maria sudibyo

(280883 / parist van java)

Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXIX: Human


In this world everybody is said to have right to live
But to be treated as human sometimes killing the human inside
In this world everybody can love anybody they like
But to be treated as human you can’t fall to the wrong person
In this world everybody has special gift
But to be treated as human all should meet a cliché standard
In this world everybody stands in the same position
But to be treated as human the order comes first before the law
In this world everybody could hold any religion
But to be treated as human nobody should have another God

Submitted: Sunday, April 04, 2010
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