We are both from the same land,
But different from its political,
There's long history how it end,
Until today it's still going to be critical,


I don't understand how it all start,
With only small-scale betrayal,
That make us fight to take the forepart,
To win and take the royal,


Inside it,
we have peoples with same culture,
We have peoples with different skin colour,
We have peoples with same future,
We have peoples with different honoure,


Once upon a time,
They're great just like Narasimha, Bajirao, Sultan,
With power and bravery in their heart,
But its still hunting both royal,
Because of the long run in betrayal,


And they never knew when it comes,
Just because of its political,
That end up their friendship ,
And blown revenge to its people,


Tick, Tack every singles second,
But the road still the same,
That hold every singles inch of "sorry",
Because no one will ever listen to it,


Meanwhile,
I read and wrote ,
And smiled and said,
Dear land,
This poem are nothing but only written what are inside my heart,
I'm proudly to be whoever I'm from,
Because the miles gap between us doesn't mean to made a hidden enemies.



© writerturk