Walk among the crowd
Speak normally and loud
Wandering in midday
Step on the sideway
Here comes the masked
Live as a cast
Socialize like Cassanova
Emphatize like Oprah
She is the Queen of Disguise
Everyone coming for advice
Will submit and follow
Becoming Barons of hollow
She is the Countess of Deception
If one ever takes an action
Logic will be turn upside down
Even white will be seen as brown
One day her match appear
Crystalic with a freezing spear
A rock that's clear and pure
Who's got nothing to hide for sure
The Crystal is very charismatic
An extraordinary critic
Sees through every disguise
Sparks every spirit to rise
He is the source of verity
His gaze sucks like gravity
Every soul come for insight
Will have confusion to subside
The Disguise and the Pure meets
Both are exchanging hits
Like some massive collision
Triggered by nuclear reaction
Now all factions collide
Some Barons even change side
Cross the gate of border
While others are still in order
Peace treaty emerges
Everyone stays courages
Wailing around the road side
Seeking along for a weak side
No one knows how it end
No one knows if it will end
The war will never end
Until one fully own the Land
(Jakarta,20 August 2009)
and that will never happen...so don't bother, please... good write...thanks for sharing...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Actually, it happens in every time we decide something. Especially when the impact, either to ourselves or other people, is considered enormous. The Land I refer in the poem is our heart, our conscience, or whatever it is supposed to be addressed. Anyway, it is nice for you to take your time and write a comment. Thank you.