Where is the love???

Just kinda remember this particular song...
kinda hope human kind stil remember that we have to hold on to the love we had...

What's wrong with the world, mama
People livin' like they ain't got no mamas
I think the whole world addicted to the drama
Only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma
Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here livin'
In the USA, the big CIA
The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK
But if you only have love for your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And when you hate then you're bound to get irate, yeah
Madness is what you demonstrate
And that's exactly how anger works and operates
Man, you gotta have love just to set it straight
Take control of your mind and meditate
Let your soul gravitate to the love, y'all, y'all

People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
Would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)

Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love
The love, the love

It just ain't the same, always unchanged
New days are strange, is the world insane
If love and peace is so strong
Why are there pieces of love that don't belong
Nations droppin' bombs
Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones
With ongoin' sufferin' as the youth die young
So ask yourself is the lovin' really gone
So I could ask myself really what is goin' wrong
In this world that we livin' in people keep on givin'
in
Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends
Not respectin' each other, deny thy brother
A war is goin' on but the reason's undercover
The truth is kept secret, it's swept under the rug
If you never know truth then you never know love
Where's the love, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the love, y'all

People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
Would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)

Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love
The love, the love

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder
As I'm gettin' older, y'all, people gets colder
Most of us only care about money makin'
Selfishness got us followin' the wrong direction
Wrong information always shown by the media
Negative images is the main criteria
Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria
Kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema
Yo', whatever happened to the values of humanity
Whatever happened to the fairness in equality
Instead in spreading love we spreading animosity
Lack of understanding, leading lives away from unity
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' under
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' down
There's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin' under
Gotta keep my faith alive til love is found
Now ask yourself

Where is the love
Where is the love
Where is the love

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love

Now sing with me ya'll (one world, one world)
We only got (one world, one world)
That's all we got (one world, one world)

And something's wrong with it (yea)
Something's wrong with it (yea)
Something's wrong with the w-w-world

We only got (one world, one world)
That's all we got (one world, one world)

~BLACK EYE PEAS~

Rendra: Going against the tide

By: Anand Khrishna, Jakarta Post Aug.8, 2009

My first and last meeting with W.S Rendra took place not long after The Jakarta Post carried an exclusive interview on the great poet on Nov. 12, 2005. I was then invited by a friend to talk about national integration and Pancasila the state ideology.
Rendra was seated with others in the audience; an d listened to me attentively. After I finished my talk our host introduced us. Rendra was very informal, “Bung” meaning “brother”, “you are going against the tide. Nobody cares about Pancasila anymore. What can you do?”
I said, “I learnt the art (of going against the norm) from you.”
He remained silent for a while, and then nodded, “Yes, yes, yes, we have to go on. Don’t we?”
We discussed many things, and I could feel his restlessness. At the same time, he was also surprisingly hopeful. What a man! He was a perfect blend of tragic poet and dynamic activist, restless and yet hopeful.
I was truly impressed.
Here was a man who dared to go against the tide. He lived life on his own terms. He was not ashamed of his lust and passion, at the same time he did not stop at that. He was clearly trying to transcend them.
“When I hear people talking about my possessions, I tell them that I am but only a trustee.”
In the next few lines, he lists out all his possessions, the movable and the immovable.
“But, why have I been entrusted with all these things? Why di I grieve when something that has been entrusted to me is taken back by the rightful owner?”
Rendra, who was born a Christian in Surakarta (Central Java), on Nov.7, 1935, died a Muslim in Depok (West Java), on Aug.6, 2009. He lived to ne as human as possible.
When I heard about his death from a friend, I sighed, “One more loss.”
Two days earlier, we had lost Mbah Surip, another great artist and a humble man, a down- to- earth person.
Alas, Mbah Surip and now Mas Rendra. But, then I remembered the poet’s lines.
“Why di I grieve when something that has been entrusted to me is taken back by the rightful owner?”
I can almost hear Mas Rendra reciting the next lines in that verse. “Why di I consider it a calamity? Why do I call it test?”
Rendra was a poet, a genius at that, but more than a poet, he was a man of integrity. He was a man of courage.
Rendra complained about our system of government, which he believed was a continuation of the Dutch colonial system. “Through poems I criticize development that does not benefit the people and that ignores social and cultural issues.
“It is normal for a colonial ruler to ignore those aspects, but after independence we have to work on the social and cultural aspects.”
One of Rendra’s core beliefs was that when a nation forgets its social and cultural values, moral decadence cannot be avoided.
“I mustr enlighten the people. Anytime there is moral decadence, poets have to react.”
“If there is natural devastation, poets have to react. If there is failure in the government, many poets say that it is not their business. I do not agree.”
Here it is not Rendra the poet speaking, but Rendra the activist.
During President Soeharto’s governance, Rendra was often threatening and detained for expressing his thoughts on the government through his poems and dramas. Undeterred, he continued promoting his beliefs through his work, despite that hardship.
When Rendra was asked about his support for Nurmahmudi, the Major of depok and a member of the prosperous Justice Party (PKS), he said:
“ [I] support Nurmahmudi not because I am a member of PKS. It is impossible for me to join PKS. For me, PKS is a party with an unclear platform.”
PKS was not the only political party targeted by Rendra, who constantly lamented that not a single party had reacted to an increase in politicians’ salaries when the majority of Indonesians live below the poverty line.
Nurmahmudi was notorious for canceling a building permit for a church that was be built in Depok. I am not sure whether Rendra ever raised this issue with the Depok Mayor.
Rendra was very much concerned about the rights of minority groups.
“There was a Christian family who was expelled from their house for organizing a prayer (meeting). I often organize prayers at home peacefully. Does it mean that a Muslim is allowed to organize a prayer and others are not allowed?”
Mas Rendra, soon we will be celebrating our national day, albeit without you, and without Mbah Surip this year. We will miss you. But as we hoist the national flag, we shall remember your words.
“There is a hope. It is not because of the quality of the government or the political parties. It is because the young generations have started to understand social knowledge, psychology, linguistics and anthropology. There is hope.”