-how could i ever-

By: Saffiyyah Mohamad Kasim & Reena

in a world of his own

a man is surrounded by his riches
silver and gold
blinding his sight
of others' sufferings
of others' misery
little does he know
that the water he wastes everyday
could be drunk and used
by people

tired people
tired of the crippling fear
that comes every time
the ground beneath them trembles
tired of hoping for a quiet day
where there are no shouts and screams
no explosions
tired of waiting
for their turn to come
their hope like a flame,
flickering and slowly extinguishing
tired of looking at the red
of people they used to see
in their daily lives before
all of this started
tired of wondering,
'when will all of this end?'

for humans
will never stop these wars
that stems from their envy
and this man
continues to be oblivious
getting drunk from the wine
that he consumes with no guilt
for he does not realize
the wine is a prize brought from one of the wars
a prize basked in the tears of dying soldiers
and thousands of lives
lives that could have been much more
but never had a chance to be.

you will never hear

from this man ever again
for his life ended
in ignorance
with no salvation.

wars are a cycle

ongoing, repeating
to this day
and i don't see an end to it
as long as a greed grows
within us
wars are something
that also lurks
deep in our minds
deeper than skin.
as long as these wars persist
to exist
i will never harbour
any hope or desire
for this world.
if i could
i would throw all of this away
people have fragments of lies
in their every breath
in every second.

for as you know,

everyone struggles
everyone is fighting a war
a battle in mind
in themselves
everyone wears a mask
a form of defense,
a form of deceit.

so how could i ever

find peace in this
selfish and inconsiderate
world.
Circle of Life
By: Nur Izzati binti Ayub & Farrah

The tears of sky are pouring,

heavily,
it was like the world was paying,
their respect and mourning,
along my bidding to loved ones.
I say to myself,
can't we just go back to the way it used to be ?
the way the world
was innocent in my eyes,
the way the entire things
were free of crimes,
the way i can still laugh and smile
without feeling transparent
of people minds.
Being a wallflower,
i witness people actions,
off good intentions and bad incomes,
of ups and downs,
that life harbors
trough times.
I was a girl on fire,
spitting flames and nagging,
of how the world is so unfair,
and the burden to carry
that i couldn't bear.
They say,
crying is not
only for weakling and crybabies,
but when the droplets of tears,
that slowly becomes sobbing that i couldn't stop,
clouds of nightmares appear in front of me,
as a reminder
that life is not as easy,
as i thought it will be.
Do you know the sound of heart makes
when it breaks?
does it yells for help,
does it screams for mend,
or shows the bruises
if formed when it wounded?
But the thing is,
you could trip and failed,
for thousand of times,
you could go wild and destroy things,
but heart will take you
to the dreams you hope to catch,
and the stars you want to reach.
On the last day,
at the end of your life,
you recall the happiest moment,
of family and friends you left behind,
of hardships and trials
you had overcome,
and you believe it at that time,
that life was never cruel,
the beauty of the world,
is meant to be seen
when you stop for a moment,
and believe that every wounded heart
will be healed
with the most obvious thing,
love.
War & Peace
By: Nur Umairah binti Ahmad & Haziq

Little Anne,
Knees on the ground as hopes are
Half closed eyes
Half opened heart,
Letting her restless body accept

' mother, mother,

why here
the rapture?
the torture?
the thing i loved left behind
can't just disappear?"

Why the soldier smile?

upon holding such a disgraceful tool
like pen puncture the paper
the rocket breach through the atmosphere
this bullet break through billions of broken hearts
never stops.
Skin warm, eyes lit
but the chambers inside remain silent
why the soldier smile?
upon those blood-bleached bodies
lingering helplessly on the ground
why the soldier proud?
upon the trigger
pulling out the angels
that still wanted to stick acround
execute ideas of any mercy
cold-hearted blood runs through his body

"mother, mother,
how could they?
the high people wants to wash us away
the massive wave took every living cell
a sea of despair
they could never see
the damage that can't be repaired
controlling our lives before their screens
remote of satisfying greeds
they sleep unhappy
on the bed of souls screaming
on the pillow of blood from the lives they took
they eat our flesh in fascination
entertain by their own ignorance,
for the sins of the innocents,
they shall repay

ADD 3 STANZAS
"mother,mother,
this little soldier will fight
upon every drops of blood our people have sacrificed
i will be the next
the soldier that bring them down dead
they need to pay the priceless debt
and i will watch as they beg
our inheritance shall not break tears any longer, mother,
as Little Anne will be their soldier,
soon,
the sun will scream out our victory
soon,
the fires will burn out our sadness
soon,
the stars will light our lives
and you no longer need to worry