For A Poet With The Name Of Widji Thukul Poem by Ayatullah Nurjati

A promise has been made
Promises made by humans that were either true or not
Towards twilight the age has been tied and the promise has not yet been revealed
Promises in the veins were sure to be debts that must be paid

34 years have been treaded through a long sequence of life that also has not seen the bright spot
Ambition, desire and desire in the heart are mixed in all lines of life
He must have realized how beautiful life was always embroidered with an essence of achievement
Obviously this country has never guaranteed the lives of poets

He was a poet who always produced works but there was no recognition
Indeed, class was always a distortion and a differentiator
His hoarse voice boomed down to the bottom of the Indian Ocean to the Pacific Ocean
Until now, his existence has disappeared like it was swept away by the wind

26 Years disappeared no matter where he is
This elegant yet poor but rich in character poet is indeed critical, as critical as the prices of basic necessities and fuel that soar to the sky.
At that time in this country it was easy to say, but when it was critical it would be silenced
The enemies of rulers are poets who speak discordant

The faucet of democracy has started to flow
Worth the flow of the Watershed that flows downstream
I hope that there will be no more poets who disappear because they are anti-social
Hopefully, with the maturity of democracy, we can combine constructive criticism

Jakarta, June 25th,2022
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