Orde to A Samad Said

An old man

With white robe and hair

Has just finished his meeting with the Almighty

And when he looks outside

He shed tears

And his heart shatters

When he saw the homeless and the unfortunates

Begging around the place

Seeking sympathy and money

For the sake of survival in the great glass city

Quickly, he pulled out pink envelopes

Envelopes of hope

Envelopes of life

Envelopes of happiness

And give it to these poor creatures

And his heart wonders

Where are the elected ones at Putrajaya?

Have they know all about this?

Or are they still counting their riches?

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Azhar Ridhwan