breaking the silence 

day and night we heard our bell toll

Aren’t we all tired? O people in the South

another war 

and thousand of bullet rained inside our closet

Bomb had burned down our houses

and this extreme foreign ideology’s​

What is wrong at our heart

What is wrong with all of us 

why we are divided, O brown race

We don’t cursed 

And I did, when I 

Witnessed beheading in late night news

letting it toss in the river

and fresh water salmon bit flesh

Of a headless man

blood drifted with the rain 

their skin, hair, intestines, and soul

bone grimace under the pale moon 


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