We are stuck on this planet,
Thanks to a giant magnet,
Like pins in a voodoo doll,
So none of us can fall.

Should the gravity pull be lost,
We will face the maximum cost,
We will be unstuck and float away,
Like floatsam in less than a day.

In every direction towards endless space,
And disappear forever without a trace.

Winging into the sunset sky,
Into the clouds above the sea,
To a distant island somewhere,
The birds know where they have to be.

A daily sunset instinct flight,
In flocks of twelve or more,
The next day they will be back,
To their home on Malaccan shore.

Many times the world appear to be
A horror fiction without reality,
Since ancient times from days of old
When slaves were bought, exchanged and sold,
Today the world retains its deadly game,
The violence, evil and wars are still the same.

He started work as the hotel's security guard,
On his second day of work, he was making his rounds,
It was about eleven at night when it happened
while he was outside calmly checking the hotel grounds.

As he walked down the driveway to the hotel's car park,
He saw a small boy sitting by the side of the road,
The boy was ***** and had his back turned towards him
crying away as if weighed down with a heavy load.

So the guard went up close to the boy to check on him,
And he was terrified when the boy turned back to look,
For the lad's face was distorted with a ghoulish smile
with fresh blood streaming all over like a nightmare's *****.

The guard turned white and scrambled back into the hotel,
Trembling with fear, totally scared and fully shaken,
He filled in his daily report with unsteady hands,
and early next day he sent in his resignation.

Starting a lie is easy,
Defending it is difficult,
Convincing it is impossible.
So better stick to the truth for always

Slowly, slowly the seeds of discontent we sow
More and more daily we make them grow
Till we have the Tree of Hatred in the final show