Country Of Donations Poem by Ayatullah Nurjati

In a land I found that its rulers all eat the best food
Meanwhile, the common people only eat rice and side dishes sometimes just chili sauce or salt
The rulers and their rulers are inlaid with gold and diamonds
Meanwhile, the common people still have bamboo rooms or semi-permanent houses made of used plywood

Philanthropy, Donations make the community strong
Instead, equality is just an illusion and a dream in broad daylight
Everyone needs to eat and the portion of food will be higher if the position in stratification or the level of the position is high
The lower the level, the smaller the portion of the meal

Winda, the secretary of a government institution, comfortably and eternally sits in her soft chair and luxury car
Wati the washing porter sits and sleeps on the floor and a worn-out bicycle she often goes to work
Wicaksono, the assistant to the regional leader, always uses office vehicle facilities in his personal name
Wira, the online motorcycle online driver, has to heat up for the sake of a can of milk for his infant son.

Palmerah. August 29th,2022
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