We sail toward the sailor of sunder
we walk alongside wolf of wonder
we ran around to where reign would rain
who would blow off wild fire dancing on our fantasy water?
who will touch the light
to light up our day?
as darky eyes of modernism threw us in its temple
and taking away shelter over our origin
what our worth,how does future looks like
like you or like me or like memory
play upon our gray folks,who had
spit of untold story insde their fleshless mouth
we dreamt dream when our drum bursted
like baloon had threaten of sunlight
we sit wait on the sofa of havoc
till the snooze of shame bewitch our heritage
we almost lost fame,almost lost the dawn of virtue
we are not blind but we can't see in daylit
we touched the back of dusk cooling
like stream passes under two kissing bamboo tree
but cane of water can't beat the thirst to death
as bamboo fairy stands to chase us with fist
children had rotten
as they played with elder grey bear
babies are crying
mother are hissing complaing the disturbance
the night falls,no elder to tell the tale
even if there's,no SERIOUS children
all had gone to beach of foreigner to swim
and they had drown who will rescue them?
source blocked,stream beaten the drum of drought
as it got distraction of unflown
our beauty is fading like dusk covered by smoke
as love of our legacy no more cherished