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The silence behind the noise.  The crying before the laughter.

Can not find the sweet voice.  In the middle of the disaster.

The war is making its way through the heart of a child

and leaving a mark of hate.  While many others are on denial.

Some don’t say nothing and run from reality by making a world of fantasies.



Few people once tried to heal this society.  Therefore some have lost their humanity. They keep fighting the battle of life,  but at the end they all die.  

They saw the places of death.  Where the blood runs like water.

They thought the current will stop,  but they never stopped the slaughter.



The eyes that see from far away can only imagine the pain.

That is why they will never feel the essence of the places of death.

Poor  innocent eyes that at the moment don't understand.

And God forbids those memories to feed hatreds.

No matter how far we can be .  This will affect our way of living.

Because some of us has experience what is to live with fear.



Violence breeds violence. We all know that,  but maybe we don’t care.

We are so use to live surrounded by it. It is seen everyday, everywhere in many ways. We practiced our misfortune and then we complain. At least we have the excuse to say that we are just simple humans with mistakes. So, there is nothing more to say.  



We have the advantage of life by knowing that it has an end.  But as what we are we will always remember the past. Even thought it is just time that is count for people who keeps waiting around. The same goes for the present   that we live and about the future we keep dreaming. At least we thanks  God of our fortune of no living on those places of death. But as most of us are just telling ourselves the times will never change, so therefore leave it to some body else.