at the edge of the red twilight, the voice of the people echoed weakly.
In unheard whispers, there is hope that is increasingly fading.
The streets are full of grey dust, leaving footprints without a new destination.
Behind the glitter of the bustling city, they are overlooked in a gloomy shadow of silence and peace. The voices of the people who are tired of screaming, reaching for justice which is increasingly difficult.
Burned by empty promises, but still hopeful in wounded hope.
Dusk turns into dark night, But the voice never went away. In the hearts of those who continue to groan, there is a prayer that strengthens the weary soul.
Soon the national event will begin
This is a fact that will be explained, not just a promise but it doesn't make its citizens crazy
The drumbeat of the war of ideas will once again don't create any distance of margin
The emerging political nuances indicate that this country is truly mature in marking its democracy
The citizens of this country must also be smart in choosing their leaders
Even though I'm just like a cricket in the wilderness or like a bay leaf which always becomes a spice when the water is stirred up where delicious side dishes are served and then thrown away when it's accidentally served on the dining table. Well that's the fate of commoners like me
Actually, it's simple to choose a leader, namely someone who is trustworthy and can accommodate our aspirations as their users
Citizens should not only be used when the democratic party starts, but should be protected when they lead as tiers
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It is a feeling of joy,
Everyone has, girl or a boy.
It teaches us important things,
Being happy gives us wings.
It helps me be calm,
That most things lie in my palm.
Happiness is a kind of game,
Often guides us towards our aim.
......
the voices said
there's nothing like
waking up deep into the night
and not hearing any voices
and I believed them
Listen
by Michael R. Burch
Listen to me now and heed my voice;
I am a madman, alone, screaming in the wilderness,
but listen now.
Listen to me now, and if I say
that black is black, and white is white, and in between lies gray,
I have no choice.
......
at the edge of the red twilight, the voice of the people echoed weakly.
In unheard whispers, there is hope that is increasingly fading.
The streets are full of grey dust, leaving footprints without a new destination.
Behind the glitter of the bustling city, they are overlooked in a gloomy shadow of silence and peace. The voices of the people who are tired of screaming, reaching for justice which is increasingly difficult.
Burned by empty promises, but still hopeful in wounded hope.
Dusk turns into dark night, But the voice never went away. In the hearts of those who continue to groan, there is a prayer that strengthens the weary soul.
Listen
by Michael R. Burch
Listen to me now and heed my voice;
I am a madman, alone, screaming in the wilderness,
but listen now.
Listen to me now, and if I say
that black is black, and white is white, and in between lies gray,
I have no choice.
......
Soon the national event will begin
This is a fact that will be explained, not just a promise but it doesn't make its citizens crazy
The drumbeat of the war of ideas will once again don't create any distance of margin
The emerging political nuances indicate that this country is truly mature in marking its democracy
The citizens of this country must also be smart in choosing their leaders
Even though I'm just like a cricket in the wilderness or like a bay leaf which always becomes a spice when the water is stirred up where delicious side dishes are served and then thrown away when it's accidentally served on the dining table. Well that's the fate of commoners like me
Actually, it's simple to choose a leader, namely someone who is trustworthy and can accommodate our aspirations as their users
Citizens should not only be used when the democratic party starts, but should be protected when they lead as tiers
......
When I see her face there is a shade
When I hear her voice, I feel comfortable in my heart
When I see her smile I feel sunshine and never fade
When I see point of view of her life that inspire my heart
Nothing has changed in her like spring which displays the beauty of the scent of flowers
Nothing has changed her feelings and love for me
Nothing has changed about my feelings to her like leaves that always grow on each stem and they are water proofers
Nothing changes day after day, month after month, year after year her feelings for me
......
A poem,
A poet.
A song,
A singer.
A sound,
An instrument.
A conversation,
An argument.
“Please just Listen to me!”
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