The uproar over the world..
A world that continues to feel miserable..
Because the population is always hoarding riots..
Riots that don’t feel deterrent..
The world is waiting for the Almighty command..
Do respond a little or extraordinary reaction..
The world’s inhabitants find it difficult to be deterred..
Sorrow and sorrow when disaster can’t change them to be wise..
I don’t know how many generations have to wait for the world…
Continue to be patient stepped on and defeated…
Even though not all of the residents are world-threatening..
But what was not contemptuous was criticized by them…
O world… O world… of wailing in extraordinary patience…
Experiencing the condition that somehow until when to change the atmosphere…
O world o world… it’s not you who are moping..
The wise are also made the same, sad and sad in prayer…