A crying heart

Talk about life... Why things have to be like this?
Malaysians, the so-called-to-be-well-known Malaysians... This is how you look like actually?

To walk this sort of path? To steal, to rob, to beat, to hit, to punch, to injure?
To talk with boast, to be impatient?
To say without meaning it, to do without thinking it?
To take life for granted? To look at life easily? To take other people's life easily?

Come on. I want to be proud of being a Malaysian. But born in the same country with the sorts like you, how can I call myself a truly Malaysian? Shame filled within me because of you people.

Where is your humanity, oh Malaysians? Similar incident happened in Germany, the political parties roared. In Malaysia, it is all normal. Peaceful and harmony. The fatique mask.

Malaysians. You name yourself. You think twice before you do things.

At last, he is still in hospital, laying unconcious. What actually had happened, I don't know. Condition might not be good. Life might at the gate between living and dead. If you hear me, guilty will you feel? If you did it, remorse will you have? If it happened to you, will you want it to be like this?

Generations overtake generations. When good replaced by bad. When bad replaced by worse. When worse replaced by worst. When worst replaced by evil. An evilutionary of human.

In less than 20 years celebrates him a century. Yet dare you did it. Where is your human sense?

Malaysians.
Tears leaking from my heart. Disappointment filled my mind.

Crying, is how I describe my heart.

Please, grow up.

Please, pray for my grandfather.

GET WELL SOON. Yahweh Rophe, the LORD who heals, hear the prayer of this crying heart, that You will heal him, oh LORD. Take away the pain, heal his wounds, recover his conciousness. In Jesus's most mighty name I pray.

Vincent