The clouds are grey
But people are jumping with laughter
Blissful to the universe
Crying for help
The wind is blowing
With no regards from anyone
And no love from humanity
Who doesn't give a damn
The sun is shying away
Hiding its warm rays
That are non-deserving
For man and their ambitions
The sky is about to rain
The rain is about to fall
The fall is about to flood
As if obliged to wash our sins
Away
By Jo Haq
20 September 2020
3.24 pm
Desa Sri Hartamas
Buanaseni Studio
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