We are born with keys,
We unsealed our paths with these,
Experiences we learn, we seize,
For a better life perhaps we see.
How stubborn we are,
Holding pathetic principles and scar,
Halting sight stretching far,
Causing chaos and propaganda.
The unsignificant usual things,
Either food ,perhaps drinks,
For consumer that never thinks,
Ingredients are behind the frames.
Who's the manipulator?
Fools trust them ignoring fear,
Handing over their keys so blur,
Giving them opportunity as the penetrator,
Ending up like a hunter and deer.
By Samuel Lee
3:15am 13-09-2008
Sunway
May's place
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