Wednesday, June 18, 2008


A'karikz Yannaing

Your mind-power is full of stress
Your eyes' color is pure sadness
The way you look at me is asking for help
The way I look at you is "sorry I can't help"
The way we look at to everywhere is----
"Is there anyone alive or any food left?"

I used to be a doctor in this clinic
You used to be a patient in this clinic
We used to meet for cure in this clinic
This clinic that used to be a clinic in this town
This town that used to be a town
In where all the originalities are now unfound
We are glad to see each other with little hopes
We are sad to see each other helplessly broke

We are not on hunger strike
We just need foods and rice
We don't have a time to fight
We just need to rebuild lives

The killer never kind
Wild cyclone Nargis has left so much carnage
The dictator never mind
Mad-minded militarists have rejected so much aid
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
I could never understand these callous vital signs!

{May Those Mismanagements Collapse In Hell Forever!}

A'karikz Yannaing