Sunday 31 March 2013

Poetry eyes of the heart



Among the ripples of water that flows between the curves
Raises coolness and passion
Among the shaded coolness and passion ...
The long journey that has been etched
There's like, a lot more grief
There were yet more miserably unhappy
There are full but more hungry
In the course of the lives of many who passed
Many witnessed yanng
The harshness of life as if giving choices is increasingly difficult
But the choice should be taken
Even know the consequence
The sound of children crying because powerless against forces
sound of weeping mothers who lost their children because husband san
sound widows who are unable to make ends meet
voice blaring thugs
sound government that wants to rising prices
the people are increasingly hoarse voice and can no longer shout
corrupt an increasingly loud voice
leader of an ambiguous sound
nothing to do
just runs and runs
just work and cry
and smart-pandailah hunger
because there is no more the attention
all busy maintaining title and throne

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