this is the story about the secret agent
who stands by
concealing his identity
who stands by the
loneliness far away to protect his fiancè
who stands by feeling
so much guilty and tormented after postponed his wedding
this is the story about the mail man
who brings new like a
magazine would do
who brings smiles
under his sweaty cap though he was tired
who brings only a box
of fried rice for his wife on his way to home
this is the story about the pedicap rider
who drives from dawn
to dusk
who drives in fatigue
and still disrespected by the heartless mothers from the market
who drives miles just
to buy his daughter a birthday gift
this is the story about the brat guy
who lives particularly
next door
who lives under the
addictions of drugs
who lives struggling,
suffering his pain
this is the story about the prostitute
who desires being a
daddy's little girl instead of late night in the club
who desires to be
loved by her true love
who desires a
practical normal life
this is the story about the born to be rich
who wear his pride
everywhere he goes
who wear expensive
suits and arlojis
who wear no more his
dream becoming a doctor for he was sadly forced to run his father's company
this is the story about the famous lawyer
who gives her best in
the front of law court
who gives victims hope
to win the session
who gives her mind an order not to concern
the misjudged for helping criminals
this is the story
about the poor fresh graduates
who works at the bar
serving beers to pay back the debt to the mafia
who works on his weed
everytime he lose his faith to God
who works to death to
buy ring for his engagement
this is the story about the mafia
who slays every single
soul who considered as an enemy
who slays also his
conscience everytime he murder people
who slays his heart
into pieces pretending not to have any kind of human sense
this is the story about the stubborn
who still close both
of their eyes and ears
who still follow the
stereotype and think one sided only
who still dumbly realize nothing after the
past three minutes reading my poem
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