Treasure Island

Prasetya Utama

(07-01-1949 / Kutoarjo)

Land Of Dispute


Throughout the years, this fertile ground of all time
produce an abundant rice harvest
but when Cane and Nila had to be planted
with the laws and promises
a bundle of money
measure of welfare change
everything is measured by the amount of money in the bag
in the bank, and the stock trading
Money in the hands of farmers flows like spring water
Their time out to plant sugar cane and Nila
Time to be a little rice,
rice plants were molt
abundant harvest changed complaints
Their well-being such as inhaled
West wind,
disappeared

Submitted: Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, June 27, 2012

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