NEVER DIE FOR TEACHERS
by: Adin Nazamuddin
Where should this face kupalingkan
when my soul torn apart
I felt my world an increasingly mortal mortal
in my mind that diluluhlantahkan fecklessness
Where do I find my world again
the first of many colors, white and black
but the bright, shining ten thousand asa
Children of the nation ... slalu torch shone through the horizon
Gold ink in the pen ... has given rise to human beings with dignity
but ... the roar-roar and dust
mirrors obscure liver
until the man is no longer recognize the black and white
but ...
Engraved in my soul hopes
my world is no longer ogled the forehead frown
no longer seized by the hands of the devil
sandals are not crushed by steel legs
because teachers never die
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