When I Think...

When i think i am safe,
The world tells a different story,
Guns and bombs are everywhere to be seen,
Not to mention the thieves and murderer are waiting for its prey,
People are suffering for their lost,
And it always painful to see more blood that they keep on drinking,
Even awful howling sounds does not seem to deterred their obsession,
Until now we keep on counting the bodies and crime.

When i think i have live a good life,
The world tells a different side of the story,
The seas are turning black,
The sky is much clearer than few decades ago,
Sun has never been so cruel,
Not to forget the ice has gone and so has the water,
Bits by bits it is suffering because of us,
STOP!!! said the tree,
But we still are chopping,
Now can you see what have you done to earth?
It is dying and we are the only hope,
But are we still wasting again and wait until the JUDGEMENT DAY?

When i think i have a quite life,
The world still shows a different side,
It fills with chaos around me,
People are lining up arm with stone and bottle,
Throwing it to show their protest,
In the end some get hurt and killed,
Others busy taking drugs and filling alcohol through their throats,
But in the end it cause a blood bath between innocent people,
Never forget our recent incident,
Street racing between two wheels ride,
Cause more than just damage to the country,
Its in the news for goodness sake,
But the voices seems to be unheard,
While i think i'm living in the peaceful cauntry,
I'm starting to get goosebumps every time i close my eyes.