Kebumen Cried Poem by Ayatullah Nurjati

The shops forging red ignite the irrational race
The road carrying thousands of looters reaps perverted pleasures
Students learn to tear meaning with their hungry monkey-like nature
The pedicab driver tries to pull the most exploited burden, the plunderer whispers

Engko Aming-Mas Parto clashed because of daily customers
They ignite the flames that have been suppressed for so long
Real humans are upset because of the alien invaders, that's what orthodox humans call it, because they have never had sex with education, especially because they are jealous of the gold in their pockets.

Even though the essence of it all is God's creatures, so where was God's intervention, where was God at the time of the incident, was God sleeping at that time, or was God having an affair at the hotel? The God of Stuttering is the God who sows confusion, the God who shakes reason, the God with the rose collar, the God who has the venom of a deadly snake.
While the real God is trying the fortitude of his protégé who is plagued by chaos of character

The transformation realm shakes an absolute belief in the coffin
Kebumen is a global city which he says: glorifies a diversity of existence, whether he is human or alien, but why it can be ignited by rumors that are not clear.
Kebumen of Central Java in region of Indonesia cried because it was roasted, iron, steel, bottles and orange utensils and the looters rejoiced

September 1998
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