By Yunita Isna Alfina
Because a paper,
The rain mixed in with my tears,
The fire burned into my minds,
The heart exploded like a bombs,
The head wanted to erupts.
Because a rainbow paper,
I cried again, again, and again
I screamed again, again, and again
I cried to see my mother, I screamed to see my father.
I cried and screamed,
To see they don’t care, with the white yarn on their heads.
To see they don’t care, with their brittle bones.
To see they do just care, with future of their seeds.
That’s all they do to give, give seeds a rainbow paper,
So they will not be weeds in the side of roads
Trampled and died.
Really, we need a rainbow paper
On this dangerous trip.
I’m still here
In the land of million dreams
The land as tender as clouds
It’s my land
My land is beautiful, prosperous,
And fertile as a diamond mine
My land is safe and peaceful
The citizens as friendly, polite, and open-handed
The all exited me and make me happy
It’s was then
Everything is change now
Forcing everyone to change they dream
And now, I just lamenting it all
Hope to back like before again
By Roki Marzuki
The Black Hole
I look under the sun.
Stammer stepping for a mouthful of rice.
Two people with tears.
Ask for help, ask for money, and ask for dignity.
Under the light of the lamp,
like the coolness of the sun.
Sleep well, eat well.
Asking for recognition on the people around.
Little child wants to feel the sweetness of sugar.
Her mother had no seed to plant sugar cane.
Large and fertile cane.
Should give that to taste the sweetness of sugar…?
By Durotul Ngazizah
At that time, the lights on beat the system
Focus billions of cells were enjoying the busy
Forced me to solve the rigors of the shells on the South
I was willing to thought to be torn of the rocks
Because my little brain never stops from the luster pearls
The luster pearls it took me to silence the thousand
of the inmates mouth
Through the cracks of the petty mouths along the way
Led me up the clouds that led me to the sky
Hit, detached, sped away from the beauty of the distance
None of the clouds were friendly and firmly
established my footing
I stared at the mouths of the big classes eating it
just a flash of lighting
I was astonished that I had not heard any more
of the petty mouths
No Rupiah as high as dollars, which could send me to heaven
and even through heaven
Fresh air approaches and the crown would be pinned to me
I moved, because nobody sees my fingers
breaking the hard shells without a hummer
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