smoke still billows like soap bubbles,

carrying whispers of double-standard propaganda,

rising high, evaporating uncertainly,

amid the procession of gunpowder’s whistling sound—

arrogance, greed, and hunger for power,

and souls groan in sorrow,

as evil reduces bodies to meaningless ruins,

the wind seems long gone,

but the scent of victims and vengeance lingers,

it has all become clear,

the crashing of bricks sharpens memory,

the melting heart purifies the spirit,

rain still refreshes the earth,

the sun will shine again tomorrow,

storks fly, painting the sky,

birds chirp, colliding with confusion,

coconut palms wave to greet the day,

as the waves joyously embrace the shore,

a symphony more precious than diamonds,

yet,

if lust and ego sow revenge,

what is the meaning of war,

when it only leads to destruction?

truly, it is the conscience that erases hatred,

that gives birth to children of hope,

children destined to live in peace,

the ground beneath my feet is your earth too,

the water that quenches my thirst sustains you as well,

here, rice turns golden, and there, fertile wheat nourishes you,

children play like angels, bringing a glimpse of heaven,

women gather, sharing joy and hope,

while men exchange ideas to shape a new era,

let war fade into the past,

welcome the new day,

Ignite Friendship, Shine Humanity

 

Welcome to

Karangturi International Choir Competition (KICC) 2025

Art Director