dear Gaza, i wrote this with hurtful heart and and tears,
tears of angriness for israel and sympathy towards you all for all the cruelest thing happen on you...
but suddenly,
i came to realize,
the real person that were pitiful and pathetic is myself...
i was weeping yet unable to share even a slightest of your hungriness and pain,
i was weeping yet i was unable to do anything for you,
and the worst is...i was weeping but i chose to do nothing......
just like the audience of pitiful theater..
i cried and sad see how you have been slaughter..
yet my hand can never reach you at all..
i believe the happy ending of your suffer,
but it was shame for me coz i contribute nothing for the enliven ending..
just like audience who clapping hand after the theater,
they return happy but bring nothing further
the joy can never be same with the theater producer...
you die as a martyr
what a beautiful ending i wonder,
but i may die as a daydreamer,
hoping to meet you my brother and sister,
at heaven and smile each other...
even if we meet there,
i can't even imagine how embarrassed i am,
to face you,
how should i reply,
if you asked,
where are me?
when you have been slaughter...
premise one
premise two
no matter how i see the conclusion seem to be obvious,
it was me,
who need to wake up and realize,
and stop being pathetic,
stop being sorry for my incompetence love,
when others create happy ending for themselves,
i should be wise,
to do the same,
not end up to hell...
