now heaven has the rain to share
the aroma of anxiety fills the air
soon words of hell pour this land
as the arena of wordy fists on hand
and black Mambas reign many hearts
venomous disputes flood the country parts
a dimming sun
over dreary days
whoever learns the history
shall bend towards virtue
to the ravine shall agony be empty
and to this land does peace subdue
but I smell thunder rain in people's eyes
a paradox to the rulers' sweet words
will there be more lies
and many more hearts be hurt?
this land needs to repent
or here will misery be sent
am I merely dreaming?
Jogja, 9 Nov 2018
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