When he command,
so respectful.
When he act,
So angelic.
When he did something,
So precious .
Yet when they turn their back,
He mock,
So devilish.
Did not know a devil,
Could pretend like an angel
After all.

If we love each other,
We won't shout.
We will understand.
We will apologize.
We won't be racist.
We won't do such a thing.
We will talk.
Yet we all do the opposite.

We lack of love.
If we don't,
Nothing would be happening in this crisis.

A long and narrow room,
With one single solitary bed.
Yet many things are portrayed.
A bed that keeps you safe from anything.
A blanket that will hugs you until you feel warm.
A mattress that you can lean whenever you feel sad.
And a pillow that will wash your tears from a past that will never come back.

Our throat is dry,
yet our face is wet.

We silently cry,
For we don't know when will this end.

We were just fighting in a shore,
when we were seen.

Now we are kneeling down in a floor,
until our knees swarm the beans.

At first we were pointing at each other,
For who'll get punished.

Yet we were hit by our mother,
that even look famish.

A word that scolds us,
that we've never understood.

And frightening actions,
That we never think they'll do.

Yet we regret what we did,
and make ourselves fend.

We will make this as a promise,
so let this punishment ends.

The deep blue sea
Would swarm the sand as it ascends.
As expected, the sand couldn't do anything But to let it be.
Lowly, the sun would just stare
And have nothing to do with it,
So it brings light.
Flocks of birds would just ignore,
And fly through the clouds.

As time pass,
The sun couldn't light anymore.
The sea would get tired by swarming.
Then, the sand would leave out hanging
With the bright full moon.
Usually, the waves will ascend more,
Yet not to through the sand.
There, the sand would just dry out
Until some shell and mussel appear.
Conscience is the only way to make the sea stop.

Here it is,
Days flew away,
And many shells have collected.
Yet the normal still isn't coming.
Until volcanoes erupted.
The seas became red.
And sand would smile with the sun,
Yet the marks are still a memory.
A memory that the sand would never forget.

I am a vase in your soul,
That I have sincerely given to you.
You lay a beautiful flower inside,
Like you put a wonderful memory within.
Also put some water,
Like some tears, we shed in joy.
For it sprouts more beautiful
Like our love with more cherish.