Hidden in the bright light...

the sounds of the siren echos in the night of tiredness...
people creeping out from their beauty slumber...
from their overload of assignments...
from their enjoyment of entertainment...

where is the love...???
where is the love for the one who suffered the most...
where is the love...???
where is the love from the grinning face of the superior...

such waste of time...
for people who needs to pay their debt to their darken soaring eyes...
such waste of energy..
for people who needs to catch up with the express of relaxation...
such waste of water...
for people who waste their saliva talking and talking when others would not listen...

when the people walk towards the siren...
like a zombie searching for its rations...
like a child follows Rumpelstikin's flute symphonies...
like a fly towards the light craving the ecstasy of death...

i seek my refuge in a small confinement...
a small confinement against the abolishment of the believers...
well hidden..
hidden in the bright light...
when everything outside is dark....

p/s - inspired and written during Bunga Raya's fire drill tonite... nothing to do... hahahaha...