Friday, 9 January 2009


This may not be a good piece and it is not meant to be one. Put yourself in the shoes of the poor girl.

Mummy, mummy why are you still asleep?
Mummy why in the day time, your sleep is deep?
Mummy wake up, my breakfast, please don't forget
Mummy dad left last night and he's not back yet

Mummy. wake up please open your eyes
Mummy wake up, this game I despise
Mummy your eyes, where's the other one?
Mummy why there's so much blood around?

Mummy please listen to my plea
Mummy your silence scares me
Mummy please don't play anymore
Mummy the thunder is back at the door

Mummy, mummy, mummy please don't play dead


Anonymous said...

very touched...

rasanya dulu cikgu ada tulis one poem lebih kurang maksud camni jugak...


Kata Tak Nak said...

Depa bukan saja kurang asam, depa setan. Saya betoi2 marah dan sedih dan helpless

cakapaje said...

Salam Cikgu,

Don't feel helpless, we can still recite Qunut Nazilah.

Kata Tak Nak said...

Yes, you are right but it still hurts thinking of their sufferings.

Kerp (Ph.D) said...

we are indeed helpless cikgu. yes, we can donate as much as we can afford but no amount of money can bring back those who had lost their loved ones. we can only pray those yahudi2 gampang to ceasefire immediately.

Kerp (Ph.D) said...

sorry cikgu, nak tambah sikit. dari hari tu nak tanya- whats with the eerie background? scary mary bila melihatnya...hehe..

Kata Tak Nak said...

Actually I am a person who likes this kind of grotesque backgrounds. Thats the side of me that not many people know.


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