Whose land is this?
Two lands…
Two nations…
Living together side by side
But they separated for years
A high wall had broken them in vain
Two lands…
Two countries…
Living in pain…
But it’s a different pain…
One has fear, but they cover it
They couldn’t live without their Uncle’s hands…
One has fear, but they face it
They couldn’t live…only because of their bravery to face it…
No words could explain…
No men could restrain…
How can they feel this pain…?
They only wait…until the disaster comes again
One has a home…
One couldn’t go home
One builds a house…
One looses a house…
Whose land is this?
One learns how not cheap this battle
One learns how not cheap this struggle
They laugh behind their sins
They smile behind their ruins
But whose land is this?
Thousand days, thousand lives gone away
But there…they will always stay…
No matters what the world say…
They believe in their own way
Two lands…
Two countries…
Living side by side
Whose land is this?
But whose land is this?
Java, January 30th 2009
Shakespeare Note:
If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
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