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Things never turned out the way they were supposed to,dont they?
Words never came out the way they were meant to,arent they?
People never grew up the way they were expected to,wouldnt they?
And life never pan out the way we were always planned to,isnt it?
Cause if they do,or they are,or they would,and if it is..
Then,living would be so easy u will forget how to bend on ur knees,down to ur feet, crying for His Mercy..
Like a dandelion in the windy dessert u will lost---nowhere to be,
Like a blind man in the deep dark night u shall not see..
Until u embraced it for whatever it may be..
No matter how hard one would feel.
Today is Tuesday, 19 March, 2013
36th days, after some armed men from Sulu archipelago
spotted in Tandu Wau, Lahad Datu.
This caused the bloodshed between Muslim brethren.
I am still monitoring the sad stories happened to our new recorded history.
If this conflict cannot be resolved today
what more the coming days that will pass by our way?
I am always optimistic that any problems shall have its solutions
but if the parties will lead to apply it.
It is very hard to live where someone doubts everyone
and everyone doubts anyone.
It is hard to live in an open cage; you know you can fly,
but you have no able wings to fly.
I am praying to the lord Allah
to find ways of solving the misery
that both people of Sulu and Sabah are feeling right now.
The remnants of colonisers continued to divide us.
We are all victims. There must be no hatred spark among.
We must be vigilant; there might be any other agent
to hand us instruments for us to play the music
and they are going to dance.
Allah has all the wisdom,
He is the only grantor of peace had we wish!
Ya Allah please help to Let Us All Save Peace.
Tuesday, 19 March, 2013, 7:27PM
Sandakan Nature City, Sabah
Let Us All Save Peace
Ilyimy. Layag Sug!
Dedicated to all the children who were
Victims of the conflicts in Syria
You have heard more grenades crack at dawn
As bullets wizz beneath your pale sun-
O Syrian Child! Whose family has been torn
By Taliban glories and Tribal rivalries.
O Syrian Child! To whom pain sets the day
To whom bliss only exists in the books-
You lost your sense of smile
And forgot to dream like every child.
O Syrian Child! before you she perished-
That sweet mother, blown in her parish:
You watched her Kick, as she supplicated you:
"Flee son, flee to Yabroud. Flee!! Alahu agba.
O Syrian Child! She was your only mark,
Since dad had fallen years gone and dark.
The Bomb had gotten her, as it had gotten him-
And now you are left to the world's cruel hymn.
Wipe your eyes, O syrian Child!
The pain bleeds your tender heart-
The terror of your people is a pile:
O child! How I dream you were a blissful lad.
Go down on your mat,
Pray, pray! pound out to Him,
Call out to him, sweet Allah,
He knows your broiled dilemma.
He knows, he knows, O Syrian Child!
Allah knows - that very God we worship.
There are tears in his tender eyes,
As he watches his people in ruin.
O child! there is a way up yonder
The Lamb rubs his head against you
Urging you to hope for joy by
Looking up to that God, Allah!
Unshaved for weeks, he looks like a yeti
Beard hangs from his chin, like soft spaghetti
Runs to the jugnel, from life so petty
Obsessed with money and mom's spaghetti
He doesn't have nada he's so in debt he
Has less nothing to his name, like he said he's
Sharing with the tribes of the Sarengheti
He's so worn down, his arms like spaghetti
Cutting bamboo with a sharp machete
The bambo breaks, just like raw spaghetti
The leaves fill the air like green confetti
He cut's through the jungle, slow and steady
Forgot bout home's warmth and mom's spaghetti
He's headed for camp, he's there already
Searching for other life, much like SETI
Showing natives things like mom's spaghetti
He opens his pack filled with raw spaghetti
Over boiling water, his brow is sweaty
In 10 minutes he'll serve them spaghetti
They all get a plate of cooked spaghetti
The chief goes wild, you can bet he
Dance round the fire like Deler Mehndi
Chief's flexible, much like cooked spaghetti
The've never seen a thing like spaghetti
Excitement abounds over spaghetti
Their lives so flexible, much like spaghetti
Dancing around over their spaghetti
Until the sun sets over the jetty