The World Movement

The world is keep moving
It is moving when seen
But the direction is unpredictable
It keep moving though unseen
Flowing its own rhythm
Though already do something
The unseen hand is running different way
Though try to stand still
The walking feet is marching as fast as wind
The world is keep moving
From one place to another
Never tired, never rest
The world is keep moving
Moving unstoppable
Grinding those who can’t swim, stubborn and arrogant one

poem by Maria Sudibyo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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