If my time should come
I'd like no one to entice me
Not even you
No need for those sobs and cries
I am but a wild animal
Cut from its kind
Though bullets should pierce my skin
I shall still strike and march forth
Wounds and poison shall I take aflee. Aflee
'Til the pain and pang should disappear
And I should care even less
I want to live
for another thousand years
poem by CHAIRIL ANWAR.
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