Maria Sudibyo Poems

I thought that
nothing, nothing, nothing
can make me cry again
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whether lot, whether little
whether cold, whether hot
whether thirst, whether not
water is always needed
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troublesome, troublesome
let me put your ass in slump
we don't live to be gangster
shooting gun like parallel cursing
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what makes you want to create your own country?
do you born as a king
do you want to be praise as a leader
or do you really love your people
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It seems that war is a fun game to play
It seems that destroyed home and burning road are nice scenery plan
It seems that with killing and be killed we can go to heaven
It seems that anger and shout are cheering emotion
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from a bottle of ink
spread into paper field
my word soldiers
pen is the sword
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in this song
once again we fight
defense our voices
singing heartbreak song
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proud man can't sing well
his heart is too high
his voice is in his throat
his throat will be choked in high pitch
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we grow like evergreen tree
father, mother, daughter, and son
I'm only leaf on the branch family
brother, sister
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notes of the scandal
the news for the dumb
you can see it, you can hear it
but nothing to be caught
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