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Apr 2019
how many times,
i wonder —
should we wake up to the news
of hundreds innocent lives, gone
too many names to be mentioned one by one.

how many more of thoughts and prayers,
before they all call it quit
and go home to hug their own children and have a meal, together,
on a dining table?
why —
choose to **** when we can spread love instead?

but this is just my naivety speaking
i know very well that this is gonna happen again and again
until we couldn't see the soil without the blood, no more
until we have hung all of our beloved ones' pictures up, trying so hard to remember their faces
the devils are taking lives, as if it's sort of video games
and we all know for sure that there's no winner in this one
but death.
Written by
hizatul akmah
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