Saturday, November 10, 2012

Standing Still On Moving Sand

Our lives are worth nothing
But theirs is worth everything. 

We’re like rubber dumped wherever 
After being used for their pleasure.

Are we to blame for where we stand,
When all there is, is moving sand?

* For those we lost in the Melcom Mall disaster and my Auntie, who didn't get any Dr. at KBTH to see her.

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