I want to share this poem i found from my friends. sorry that i could not acknowledge who the author is. please do Appreciate these beautiful words.. reminds me a lot to muhasabah diri sendiri dan masyarakat sekeliling..



The Wrathful

O pupils of Gaza . . .
Teach us . . .
A little of what you have
For we have forgotten . . .
Teach us . .
To be men
For we have men . .
dough they become . . .

Teach us . .
How the rocks become
in the children's hands,precious diamond . .

Strike . .Strike . . .
With all your powers
And firmly in your hands take matters
And ask us not . .
We the people of arithmetic . .
And of addition . .
And of subtraction . .
Your wars do carry on
And abstain from us . .
We're the deserters from the service,
Your ropes do bring
and hang us . . .

We're mortals . .
Who possess not tombs
And orphans . .
who possess not masters

We kept already to our rooms . .
And we asked you
To fight the dragon . .

We engage inPolitical lies . .
And repression . .
And we build graves . .
And jails . .

Liberate us . .
From the fear problem in us . .
And expel, The opium from our heads . .
Teach us . .
The art of adherence to the Land,
And leave not . .The Messiah saddened . .

Shower us . .
Heroism, and pride
And from our ugliness wash us
Wash us . .
Verily this Jewish age is an illusion . .
That shall collapse . .
Albeit sureness we possess