KendiKu

One once said: the most beautiful poems are unchanted songs of praise and unspoken cries of the broken hearts.

This mouth of mine has been filled with unspoken words awaiting to be utterred, yet they like it so much to stay inside.

I tried, and tried, and tried so hard to make them come out, yet all efforts are useless.

Maybe it is true, no words can express men’s deepest feelings. When one tries to express them, others  hear differently and think differently.

So, is silence the answer to worlds’ chaos?

Or perhaps, we should remain silent in words, but speak with deeds?

To act upon injustice is preferred than to condemn the unjust.

Let the unjust find reconciliation in their exile and pay their debts

as we, who call ourselves "faithful", are drawn into the pit of our own hypocracy.