On this timely space where one's saved what can't be spend for the rest of his journey nor his great great seeds,

on this space where one possess different mansion yet ended up sleeping in a single room at a corner of a single bed,

yes we're on a space where one possess alot of cottons and wools but yet to help others walking the street half-naked.

On this space where one belly is feedup but yet couldn't realise to help others quench their thirst.

We're here on this crazy space where the Rich's getting richer and the Poor's getting poorer,

here on this lonely small space, traveling through arrows and spairs without realising the clock is at it's ticked point to stops.

Here we're on a space where one's hands are tied, eyes are bind, mouth are sew and the heart is cast,

here on this space where every man and every woman can live freely without sanctimonious pity and without crippling fear.


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