Langit

Di langit kau terbang
di tanah kau mendarat
ku doakan kau selamat pulang
tidak perlu sesiapa untuk menyiasat.

Dikau pergi membawa diri
dengan beratus teman mengisi ruang
aku lega dikau tidak bersendiri
boleh berkenalan jika di beri peluang.

Hiba rasanya bila mengetahui
dikau lenyap dari pandangan
karam dalam air, ku tidak pasti
atau telah hanyut di alam kayangan.

Berilah jawapan wahai dunia
ku tidak mahu teman-teman ku curiga
ku tahu sifat mu teramat mulia
kehadiran dikau bisa menenangkan jiwa.

#PrayforMH370
#PrayforQZ8501
#PrayforMalaysia

© Sher™

Game Over

Once clicked, Keplacki's 'Hell March' can be heard in the background
when I was asked to choose my battlefield, I went with 'Lucky City'
deploying the construction yard without any haste
while waiting for the ore trucks to harvest precious gold
I picked a location to strategically eradicate on-coming randomness
carefully placing the ore refinery, over the Berlin wall I build my base
altogether removing chances of amateur attacks from the Allies
with Tanya as a diversion, I have Comrade Stalin to please.

As soon as I have established the massive and featureless War Factory and Battle Lab
I begin producing weapons of mass destruction
in the wake of silence, I hear, "Armageddon is here!"
the Apocalypse Tank emerged from the close-shut steel doors
with 16 layers of heavy armour, it shatters anything that comes into contact to pieces
accompanied by the three independently-articulated grenade launchers
the Reaper lives up to its name with a tracking system sophisticated enough to lock onto fast target of the Allies
a minute after, I sent my trusted Sputnik to secure the perimeter
I am aware that half of my army is ready when I heard, "Hurry, before we end up like V3!" loud and clear
But I require more, for we are uninterceptible.

For any battle to be victorious, I need a stream of infantry
"Kill them with watermelons!", shouts a young but courageous Conscript
armed with Molotov Cocktails and classic riffles, they are the front liners of remarkable pedigree
Giving the odds of life and death to convicts serving time, I initiate the training of Flak Troopers
donning on heavy duty steel body armour and chains with satchels of explosives, I hear chilly whispers of, "Beats being in the gulag."
What comes next is simply electrifying
the mechanical body-braces and rubber coverings protect their vitals and make them immune to sharp teeth of dogs and bears
And alas, my highly anticipated commando-in-chief, Natasha Volkova, paid me a visit armoured with X-ray abilities to weaken them prey
"I am ready", I thought.

Hours passed and multiple attacks launched
the mission to uphold and protect Führer Hitler ceased
the Allies defeated our defenses of Tesla coils and Mammoth Tanks.

Game Over.

Esurient

What's trifling is figuring out paradise
A wanderer without a purpose with shades on as disguise
warm sweat trickling down a bended back
"Oh, what a balmy weather.", she thought
as she puts her hair up in a bun, she stared at the sun 
the kind of stare that possesses much hatred for the state that it has caused her to be in
but what caught her eyes, are colourful dots decorating the sky.

Shielding with her left arm
adjusting her focus to avoid direct contact from the nasty gleams
she lost her bearings and plopped butt first on the beaded white sands
coming into contact with empty shells and fragmented bottles
it must have been something sharp as she sensed a sting
"It's September now, maybe it will scar in June."
gazing back at the dots, turns out they are hot air balloons.

"When she's up there, she wants to be immortal."
caught in the middle of an azure cosmic
She has no care for the world
but she did care for the world
esurient for a permanent escapade
with eyes tightly shut she began to run
run away like a baby swallow just acquire the skills to fly
and suddenly, she hit a hard surface..
she heard a faint voice, "Sherilyn, Sherilyn, wake up!"
jolted, she realised that she's doing a nine to five.

*grumbles*

Something Blue

The clock strikes twelve

a strained substance hovered

muddled by the ambiguous scent, shapes and sizes.

Yearning for blood, could I comprehend?

while I am entangled in this impervious knot

too deep-rooted, I cannot seem to break free.

The continuous charismatic cadence

too deafening that left me masking with unsavoury moisture

that lingers inanimately just enough to coat the stench

but somehow the rhythm entices my curiousity

it heightens with every note

with every beat, draws me closer to...

The future, I was patiently waiting

was immediately within reach

but all I hear were chants of "stop"

"before you break, before you burn"

"before your body turns to ashes"

"stop".

Dizzy, I turned to look at the crowd to find a way out

let the pieces fall into place, I figured

I'll take my god damn time, I reaffirmed

I have acquired the knowledge to rise

from the blunder I call my own

to stand tall 

oh, the sweet victory I could taste

and nothing else matters

nothing...

Lost & (Almost) Found (Reworked)

Sketches of unfinished work strewn on the floor
amongst the settled furniture and antique postings
there, on the perfectly shattered glass island top
sprawled an entangled body gasping for a particular mental notion
got up, hesitant but hurried, I turned to look at the clock
the gold pendulum swings frantically
the hour hand had shifted far left
Oh, how the hours have gone by!

At the strike of 6, my tummy begins to rumble
it reminded me of the horrifying monsoon thunder
My feeble legs fumbled
with every step I'm falling deeper into the gaping hole of your lies
my body.. it's like a sense of entrapment
I squint, at the sight of a faint but lucent light
shining the thorny path that leads to my uncontaminated escape
suspended from a thin rope, swaying left to right holding on for my dear life
Every inch of my limb throbs 
attempting to lay still
when every move brings me one step closer to 6 feet under.

Destination uncertain
a wanderer, I don't have any sense of direction
tugging and hoisting myself up
my bare feet stopped on the many rudimentary edges
then came an encouraging foot step
as I fix my gaze at the extended space over my head
a shadow figure of a hand stretches towards me
"Let me, help you." came an assuring voice
I stare but I could not remember, where I've seen that face
With all the might gathered, I fathom, "Take me away.

Gaza

Apakah yang telah terjadi di Gaza?

habis semua rumah dan tempat beredukasi di bomnya

terdengar tangisan pilu anak-anak kecil

tidak lagi mengerti apa-apa tentang ragam hidup

tidak lagi mengetahui apa itu kejahilan

cukuplah sudah sengsara yang di lalui

hentikanlah darah yang mewarnai bumi

yang terus mengalir buntu tanpa henti

mereka hanyalah menumpang diri

janganlah dikau mengambil kesempatan

hiba dihati apabila memerhati

jauh dari tanah yang diberkati ini...

World Cup?

World Cup? Stanley Cup? Thomas Cup? or Double D cup
the only clear difference is the players
the competitive slayers and mystifiers 
the undoubtedly high profile high-rollers 
they skated through high school and flunk their A-levels
possibly drunk ascertaining their car license 
none of 'em gives a shit cause they don't have patience
but what they objectify is drive and diligence
the strong temperament to impertinence 
to transfigure prayers through religion
where they find the vowels among the consonants 
and excel in their game with confidence.

Sup!

Bumped into your doppleganger
he got nothin' on you, you have swagger
rocking the beats like Mick Jagger
smoother than a cupcake's batter.

You kinda looked like one of my alma maters
a split second of sweet déjà vu
glorious mother fucker of a hustler
dominating the dark alleys with your crew.

Consistently ballin', not trippin'
a lethal vaccination of sinful exploration
Gold chain hung low dem haters kept on tuggin'
an eternal administration to innocent damnation.

© Sher™

Free Writing: Crush

You,
a transpired thief
a benign bloke.

I,
like the way you motivate
like the way you interest me on uninterested topics
like the way you steal a stare
have been borrowed.

We,
automatically have a series of things 
to talk about all the time
chat on for hours at end without pauses.

You,
a romantic-enabler
a scrumptious scoundrel.

I, 
cannot escape from
and maybe have no desire to escape from
these pressure-cooker situations.
have been taken.

We, 
would be ideal
however, conceptual. 

*giggles*

Companion

In the distance
green leaves with hazel-coloured branches
covered the horizon arriving at the base of the sun setting
of summer silhouette folding and throwing paper planes
that was 10 years ago.

Pillows of clouds go by, unhurried
"There won't be any rain tonight", you babbled
In a fraction of a second,
you're high up among a sheet of viridescent layers of pine
I shouted, "Hey, wait up!".

Soaking in the hot evening breeze
figuring out paradise
"Can we forge it?", you asked
While, I outlined a castle in mid-air
with you in it.

Drowning in imprudent childhood reveries
I steal glimpses from an unarmed solidarity companion
A tinge of excitement trickles down my spine
when your wide-set honey eyes smile.

© Sher™

Special thanks to Minder for suggesting the theme "companion". :)

April - Poetry Month >> Written daily for 30 days

#TheDirtyThirty

Day 1
Colleagues who appear enemies
met up in pantry for a ketchup.

Day 2
He who favours precision
does not apply to ejaculation.

Day 3
When I paint my private dome
I was not aware that it'll take that long
So I took a turn in my 1968 Volk bus home
and then I realise that the turn is wrong.

Day 4
Paper cups, paper cuts
stained with coffee
hurts like hell.

Day 5
Language barrier
between France and China
was it "let's muwve on" or "let's moo on"?

Day 6
When she walks, she stomped the yard.
When she talks, she whispered the loudest.

Day 7
6 feet above, an Utopian life
6 feet below, a nonchalant existence.

Day 8
Water - transparent, odourless
Water - necessary, compulsory.

Day 9
Once, I set you adrift
un-anchored, without a purpose
but you found your way back
secured, oh what a circus!

Day 10
This heart of mine
it's like a well
filled when it rains
empty when it's dry
frozen during winter.

Day 11
It's 3AM
last call for whisky and beer
kitchen closed 3 hours ago
no where to go but I can't stay here
aimlessly I walked with hands in my invisible pocket
at the fork road I saw a 1968 Volk bus.. #Day3

Day 12
Some of us enjoy a good conversation 
(without having to drink)
Some of us enjoy drinking
(without having to talk)
There are some of us from some of them who enjoy both - at the same time.

Day 13
Eat, eat, eat
finish your food, they decreed
Gobble, gobble, gobble
I'd rather sit in Barnes & Noble.

Day 14
Sitting in this 1959 Cadillac
as beautiful words unravel
passed by a bed of deep purple pansies
towards the unruffled permissive beach.

* Special thanks to Prem for suggesting the theme "beach". :)

Day 15: Lost & (Almost) Found

Sketches of unfinished work strewn on the floor
There, on the perfectly shattered glass island top
sprawled an entangled body gasping for a particular mental notion
got up, I turned to look at the time
the pendulum swings frantically
the hour hand had shifted far left
Oh, how the hours have gone by!

At the strike of 6, my tummy begins to rumble
it reminded me of the horrifying monsoon thunder
My feeble legs fumbled
with every step I'm falling deeper into the gaping hole of your lies
All I see is a faint light
shining the thorny path that leads to my uncontaminated escape
suspended from a thin rope, swaying left to right holding on for my dear life
Every inch of my limb throbs 
Every move brings me one step closer to 6 feet under.

Destination uncertain
A wanderer, I don't have any sense of direction
My bare feet stopped on the many rudimentary edges
As I fix my gaze at the extended space over my head
A shadow figure of a hand stretches towards me
"Let me, help you." came an assuring voice
With all the might gathered, I fathom, "Take me away."

Day 16: Letter to someone you admire

Dear #DeanKoontz,

Suspense novelist
most popular, I might add
You have earned my devotion
In your printed pages, I'm immersed
The crickets sing, then the roosters' crow
I was jolted from my dewy-eyed slumber
still, chapter after chapter, I devour
Dean Koontz, you're my panacea.

Day 17: Unconditional #freewriting

Freshly trimmed hedgerows, stretched on for miles
merrily, I run my fingers through the unblemished plant
stepping on days of accumulated leathery moss
cautious not to slip and fall
but then, I met you.

A tall quintessential figure, standing by an oak bench
engrossed with what is within your range of vision
oblivious to an unpretentious woman approaching
I cleared my throat, "ehem", filing the deafening void
and by a hair's breadth, we were under each others' spell.

The unconditional acceptance for each others' flaws
The unconditional surrender for each others' love
The unconditional democracy for each others' wants
The unconditional equality for each others' needs
The unconditional commitment, to each other
An affair of the heart 
has survived through the four seasons.

* Special thanks to Anna for contributing the theme, "unconditional". :)

Day 18: Letter to Younger Me

Dear 15-year old Sherilyn, don't change a thing.

Day 19: Letter to Future Me

Dear Sherilyn,

If you are at the top of the Victoria Falls Bridge
don't procrastinate, just jump!
If you are the base of Mount Everest
don't look back, hike till you reach the summit!
But if a blazing light is glaring at ya
do look back (at what have caused you to be here)
do procrastinate (that thought of running)
cause, my dear self, you are under arrest.

Day 20: Different writing technique

Prepossessing penitentiary personifies precipitate pardons
Inmates, ironically, ingested imported ideologies
Wacko wardens wail wearily while waddling
Cohabitation chaos correlating cunningly crafted characters.

Day 21: Culture

Since I was born,
the culture that I have been taught is how to live
to respect others even when they have nothing
to stay humble when you have nothing
to stay humble when you have everything
to obey the elders even if they are wrong (simply because they were born first *roll eyes*)
to stay hush-hush on the forbidden woes
to say "thank you" when someone lends a hand
and "sorry", when you have made a blunder.

One thing that is self-taught, though
is to be outspoken.

‎Day 22‬ : ‎Letter to a Child Enduring War‬

I cannot channel the emotions on this one. Hence, I am sharing quotes from the movie, "About Time" as well as a song. It's a beautiful film with lots of life lessons.

Life's a mixed bag, no matter who you are. 
The secret of happiness has two parts to it
Part 1: Live day by day like everyone else.
Part 2: Live every day again, almost exactly the same. The first time, with all the tensions and worries that stopped us noticing how sweet the world can be. But the second time, noticing.

Some days of course though, you only want to go through once.

So learn from your travels and time. Live every day as if you have deliberately come back to this one day, to enjoy it, as if it was the full final day of your extraordinary, ordinary life.

We're all traveling through time, together, every day of our lives. All we can do is do our best, to relish this remarkable ride. - About Time (2013)

Day 23: #villanelle

Waking up to broad daylight
The darkness of night did not leave a trace
Imagine, how gay it is to witness sunlight.

Trying to lay still with all my might
Gently, I peek to examine your serene face
Waking up to broad daylight.

With our backs to the lawn, gazing the moonlight
That touch of your silky skin sent me into a daze
Imagine, how gay it is to witness sunlight.

The sparkle in your eyes, signaling an invite
My love, you make my fragile heart race
Waking up to broad daylight.

You swept me off of my feet and I grabbed tight
How I love to see the back of my dress drape of lace
Imagine, how gay it is to witness sunlight.

On to the pastel path, strolling, out of sight
Sparrows merrily chirping along the gates
Waking up to broad daylight
Imagine, how gay it is to witness sunlight.

Day 24: Free Writing - Social Antics

Any lump of news that we read now on unassociated sites
Instantly becomes the truth without further validity required
Society yaps about shenanigans of individuals of interest
For which the less delighted ones remark them as "blah blah blah".

A single playful picture can be fabricated 
A single innocent tweet can be exaggerated
A single wardrobe malfunction will be remembered
till someone else makes a blunder.

For which the baby boomers strongly deprecate
Gen X sees the necessity to properly regulate
Gen Y feels that every story deserves a speculation
Leaving Gen Z to curse the above to eternal damnation.

Day 25: Money

When you have all the money in the world
and you are given the choice to alleviate someone's hardships
would you give up buying your treasured collection just to see the children smile?
would you give up eating Gordon Ramsay's pasta to witness a boy walk again?
would you give it up, for bravery?
would you, be selfless?

When you have all the money in the world
you are given the freedom to purchase the necessities necessary for the poverty-stricken families 
you are given unlimited selection to select an orphanage to donate to
you are given the option to join an NGO aiding the poor
Above all, you are given the opportunity to help

Question is, would you?

Day 26: ‪#Magic‬

How immaculately the earth revolves around the sun,
without humans ended up dizzy.
How euphoric is the tingle of a sensation,
without one knowing the source.
How a single advice from a stranger,
change a person's outlook on life.
How each one of us are saturated with philosophical convictions,
without devouring on the opponents' debate.
How the absence of judgement in relationships,
makes it all a lot less hectic.
How imaginatively illusional is love at first sight,
without emotional bonding, without physical touch.

Day 27: ‪Funny Life‬

All of us have had that one co-pilot who says, 
"Look, look! The next lane is faster!" *swerves*
All of us have had that one familiar voice in our heads that goes,
"Why is the red light for MY lane takes longer to turn green than that scoundrel's?" *grumbles*
All of us have had that one habitual thinking of,
"Oh, this queue at McDonald's is taking too effin' long. They should replace the waiter!"
All of us, being humans, are never satisfied 
and this is indeed a fact, a funny one.

Day 28: Free Writing - That Dress

Hey you! Yeah, I'm looking at you
hanged in the back corner of that mahogany dresser
I dashed home as soon as I exited from Forever 21
your delicate texture requires TLC
it has been a good 5 years that we have been together.

I could not forget
how silky smooth you are to my skin,
you have supplement me with confidence
how undeniably sexy you made me feel,
you have certainly spiced up my life.

But now I have to let you go, temporarily
temporary may mean 5 hours
temporary may also mean 5 years
'it's not you, it's me' kind of situation
I.. I have substantially grown bigger, sideways

I'm sorry.

Day 29: Limerick (1st post)

There was once a beautiful dream,
It involves a considerable amount of whip cream
      Both were moist
      Oh what a hoist
That ended with plenty of satisfying scream.

Day 29: Limerick (2nd post)

I have strong feelings against goodbyes
They say, "we will meet again", I'll never buy
I'll shake your hand
Or let's form a band
That way, there won't be any tears to dry.

Day 30: Goodbye

Hellos and goodbyes are salutations that conflict
while life happens quicker than a blink of an eye
I prefer to say that I am a hello-addict
let's instead, have a chat and share a shepherd's pie.
It can be said in many different languages
which in Mandarin means "till we meet again"
I would reply, "over coffee and sausages."
"or if you'd prefer, over Chinese food accompanied by champagne."
Goodbyes are a non-permanent end-greeting
relationship continues by a telegraph post
Goodbyes does not mean anything
the time spent together matters the most.
Au Revoir!

Check out another work on TheDirtyThirtyPoetry by a talented Poet.

Body Talk

(Sherilyn)
As I cruised gaily along the tempered path
welcoming the sweet smell of summer flowers
flowed in like elder flower champagne 
My consciousness is telling me that I'm not alone. 

The heavy boot marks trailing
spin fantasies in my dreamy head
Both: Ten steps to the crossroads, I was delightfully greeted
by a tall (pause to look at Sashi then look back at audience), not so tall, dark and handsome lad. 

Both: Ten steps to the crossroads, I was delightfully greeted
(pause)

(Sashi)
By a tall, slender, sassy lass

In a split second, the left masculine machinery took over,
Scanning target sir !
Target is healthy sir!
Target’s vertical altitude, surpass current capacity sir!
Horizontally is target within capacity? Privet?
Sir! Yes! Sir! Soldiers waiting to fire sir!
Roger! Proceed to explore terrain ….. my mind fired
I was blown away, when a gust of wind parted her hair to reveal her face
From analytic to intuitive my mind raced

She was of fair skin with husk of gold
With sweats of pearl on her face, she seemed like a flower in the morning dew
Her arms were like garlands, where my neck was the perfect fit.
Her gentle steps seems like a dance to the song of the evening mood.
As she came closer, I felt like ascending into heaven
For she was a Goddess, Aphrodite in sweat pants

Both: Ten steps to the crossroads, I was delightfully greeted
(pause)

(Sherilyn)
The echoing gestures emitting from my body
can be categorize into 3:
I like him, I love him and I want *middle finger*him 
There ain't no, physical, doubt about it
There ain't no, philosophical, doubt about it
(bites lower lip)
Petrified by the impending wanton pandemonium. 

Both: At the crossroads, I was delightfully greeted
(pause)

(Sashi)
I mustered my macho steps and broke the silence
 “Hi” (high-pitched voice)

(Sherilyn)
I took ten steps back (then walk off from stage)
  
(Sashi)
What the fuck was I thinking?
“Was there a unicorn in my mouth?” (high-pitched voice)
Hey, wait up! (addressing to Sherilyn) 
No time to say "thanks" guys! (addressing to the audience)

* This piece was performed by Spoken Word poets, Sashi (http://spearspeech.blogspot.com/) & Sherilyn, at the #BodyTalk event organised by Numinous and Lip Poetry Movement - 14th March 2014 @ Merdekarya *

Humans

(Sherilyn)
Humans, 
We wear the oddest outfits
We don on the strangest tops
We slip on varieties of synthetics
Checked shirt, striped blouse

Ripped jeans, bursting at the seams.

Humans, 
We wrap ourselves, often at the wrong places
Too tight, that one can hardly breathe
Too tight, that one requires a rescue mission
If harnessing skin tight clothes is your fear
Then you're kissing the wrong fear goodbye.

Women,
We worry about the volume of our hair
We worry about not having deeper 'longkang'
Keeping Triumph abreast to conquer our insecurities.

Women,
We worry about the length of our eyelashes
We worry about what kind of mascara to put on
Age REALLY does not define the length of skirts
Our minds are cleaner than a man's, cause we change it more often.

Men, 
You... worry about... nothing.

(Sashi)
We worry about nothing?
Lady, We sow the seeds for everything!

Men,
We worry about the size of our ‘batang’
We worry about not being on time and ‘cummin’ early
Boxers, jock strap, briefs, 
We worry about salah parking
When the fly's open, we worry about our brother out looking
We worry about our beer belly (taps belly)
We worry about the hair that's not growing on our head, but sprouting at other regions

Every day, man wake up and looks at the mirror and asks 3 important question

To shave or not to shave
To booze or not to booze 
To fornicate or not to fornicate... well we know the answer for this

Our worries have been there since the dawn of time.
Yes, your minds are clean ladies, as it's our hose that does the work!
(Sashi looks at Sherilyn and winks, Sherilyn walks off the stage)

Women,
They get you all excited and leave you there hanging.
Hey, come back! We haven’t finished yet. (shouting at Sherilyn)

* This piece was performed by Spoken Word poets, Sashi (http://spearspeech.blogspot.com/) & Sherilyn, at the #BodyTalk event organised by Numinous and Lip Poetry Movement - 14th March 2014 @ Merdekarya *

All over again...

As we play till dusk
The crimson flame has dimmed as the logs slowly turn to ashes
I wanted to slither out of bed, making sure it was stealth
but you caught my waist and I slumped back in
we both giggled.

Your warm hands guided my body towards yours
with a gentle force, you turned me to face you
and now we are face to face
we stared into each other's eyes
you made me tingle inside.

Your musky scent lingered as I read the curvature of your smile
and it says, "Come play, my dear."
Chantilly laced and perfumed
my body aches to do it again
make me moan as my hands protest you to stop
a shiver tickles my inner thigh
flutter of fiery passion enraptured
left its brand upon my bosom
your ardent kisses bruised my lips
What transpires thereafter
only you and I
dare to fantasize.

© Sher™

Fulfilled

I feel your lips brushing lightly on my face
Whispering sweet nothings into my ear
Your warm rapid breaths matched mine
In the darkest hours,
You
Me
Here.

Your fingers sliding under my ..."mmm..", to cup my left breast
Your cold fingers twirling my coffee-coloured nipple 
"Ahh...", softly I moaned
My seemingly never ending daze, but it all made sense
Perfect, like the rising sun.

The continuous kisses you left on my skin
So gentle that they leave a mark
My neck, my breasts, my stomach, my...
My eyes shut tight, like stealing sunbeams before dawn breaks
I slayed dragons in my head.

You get in between my legs and my body shakes
Eat it up and don't let it drip
I moaned harder as you play with my love button
Time seemed to stood still when you steal gazes in between
I smiled
I shuddered
You sent me into a whirl.

You lick and you twirl and I swirled
Drowning in ecstasy
Immerse in sheer pleasure
I hope no one hears
The loud moans
From this log cabin.

The sexiness of you
Fulfills the lust of my flesh 
The beauty of your mind
Leaves me waiting the pleasures of you inside
With satisfaction, you left traces of your presence in my clouded mind.

© Sher™

Evolusi

Senja, aku terdengar perbualan
Perbualan penuh dengan pertanyaan
Benarkan manusia telah melalui perubahan?
Atau ada faktor lain yang perlu ditimbangkan?

Apakah maknanya evolusi?
Siapakah yang layak menerangkan?
Sejak bilakah kita menjadi manusia sangsi?
Perkara yang kecil didendamkan.

Tercatit di dalam buku biologi
Kehidupan bermula daripada microorganisma
Perlukah manusia menulis eulogi?
Bagi mengingati 'halophiles', methanogens' dan 'amoeba'.

Wujudnya kehidupan berasaskan pelbagai ideologi
Mana satu yang benar dan mana satu yang salah?
Keputusan terletak di tangan sendiri
Haruslah berfikir tanpa membawa padah.

Jikalau benar kita masyarakat bertamadun
Bukankah kita harus berfikir sebelum bertindak?

© Sher™