Ida Mustazir

Rookie (20 October 1987 / Jakarta)

The Gift, The Curse - Poem by Ida Mustazir

the gift, the curse
like a same thing in reverse
how to distinguish?

earth, in cosmos
heaven, hades,
THESE
ARE
APPLES

and humans, were pure
blood red clay, bones, sperm
SUBTLE
ESSENCE

and if the sin could be inherited by relay race,
hand by hand?
in conceit, arrogance
we make vanguards of tumult insanity
and start killing each other

W. A. R.



(03: 00 am,2004)

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 17, 2009

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 7, 2013


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