Hujan dan Kertas

swing the faceless around
for him not a guilty bound
blameless he was, hard to be found

and the people hail him

him to take roses and breads
of men and women, children died
he laughed hard, felt no sad

and the people hail him

from wars and talks, he rose
then life's a game of choices
guns blast, his acts sharp as blades

yet the people hail him

we are fooled, yet still
after The Death called, him stopped kill
on his grave we gave the bill

yet the people hail him

 Ajie 
November 20th, 2008
3:07am