The big boys shouted, 'Man your arms! ! '
for their silly little game, ,
and the children ran to the battlefield,
to satisfy their hunger..
...
I've been there
and i've been mistreated..
the lies that lies
over the hedgerow of our mind
...
in this ever fading and treacherous world
your glimmering eyes fulfills the needs of shelter for me
...
billions of sparkling stars in our night sky
in the vast black canvas we called universe
...
Heaven knows i've suffered for your smile
how i long for your stare and gaze
...
They've done me wrong things
They've done me evil things
from friends, they've become foes..
unworthy and undone..
...
Napalms are flying like dragons
the fire of incomprehensible murder
Death is closing by
a click away
...
i was born in a 'seemed to be' happy family in jakarta,21st march 1990, yea, after 4 years of constant fight and fuss, my mum and dad got divorced and it quite got me into some kind of emotional confusion for a while.. but in time i got better on facing the truth. then, i got into school, penabur k6 (my lovely elementary school) , i was quite a first ranked boy for the 1st and 2nd grade, but due to the teacher's attitude i began to hate math and didn't care too much about academic scores, because i believe that academical scores isn't anything you will use in life.. it is our social skills and our demeanor which matters the most. i'm currently attending University of Indonesia's School of Law. -Lone Poet-)
#4 (War)
The big boys shouted, 'Man your arms! ! '
for their silly little game, ,
and the children ran to the battlefield,
to satisfy their hunger..
of blood
of money
of fame
the children shoots, the children jumps
a complete chaos created by the boys and being played by little childrens..
one by one, the children fell
fell for honor
fell for duty
fell for nothing
and finally the big boys found a new toy
while millions of childrens have gone,
they smiled and prepared the Giant Mushroom
they laughed as they shout, 'Fire in the hole! '
a whistle was heard
a whistle of death
a whistle of sorrow
and it grows, The Mushroom grew as tall as the skies
bodies melted
towns destroyed
another million children died for nothing
and the big boys got all their blood money and fame
and all good children go to heaven