The white book 1939...
Beginning of the tragedy...
In a holy land...
The historic country...
The holy place of three religions...
Was full of tolerance...
And understood each other...
Now...
Changing land lord ...
Because of the endless scramble...
And did not want shared...
Pain and poignant...
Seen from here...
Moreover they that experienced...!
Forgive us...
Our hands were too short...
To help...
Could only pray...
Could only shout...!
And blasphemed...!
Condemn what has happened...
Only that...!
Only that my brother...
Only that my sister...
Only that.
# with this poem i wanna said tq for my sister Annie Rosetyani that give me this award, I'm really appreciated :)
