When the eyes are close
under the moon
the ears are wide open
to the bullets and bombing
sounds from out door
now I am afraid of my room
the sounds remain audible
I have refuse to open my eyes
to spilt sight of blood and water
do we enjoy shadows of death?
I must wake up but not now
when the wailings are over
when the yellow sun is in peace
when all these is over today
I shall wake up some day...
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