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-how could i everBy: 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