maria sudibyo

(280883 / parist van java)

World is not given to the wrong

I am mad and ask what? !
You are stabbing my trust, hurt my heart
and I can't blame you for what you made?
You say justice, I see selfish
You talk freedom, I feel burden
You raise your hand not to shake my hand
You think it's right to attack people
because you are protected by the mask of religion
You don't even try to listen and tolerate
They are human like you, not the devil you must kill
They can be wrong, they can be bad
Like you!
I am sad and ask why? !
Why you don't even feel sorry about what happen?
Why can you just help starving people, the small and forgotten?
not by violence
Why you are cursing leaders
because you are throwing stone to people's plate
Grain in my ears, all you do just talk defense yourself
Did your body only contains smoke and corrosion iron?
I am mad and I am sad
You have been as arrogant as who you don't like

Submitted: Monday, June 23, 2008

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