jakarta rivers
they too all thirst
for a life
jakarta rivers
a tale of abuse
flows
Jakarta
the rivers too
dying for a llife
Jakarta rivers
they are ink to write
about abuse
This is my first visit to Jakarta. The city and its traffic snarls are a frightening sight. This includes motor cycles, the bajai or tut tuts, cars, lorries all cramming and finding their ways on narrow roads to their destinations. The rivers are definitely dying. The water is pitch black and does not seem to flow at all. Cityfolks all seem to be fighting for a living. Ruthless colonial years and a long line of irresponsble and corrupt leaders have left many of the cityfolks in dire straits. The people are dying for a life and so too are the Jakarta rivers. Nobody seems to care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Attention grabbing write as always john. This situation is terribly sad. What can be done?