Terraced Iron Mountain Poem by Ayatullah Nurjati

My neighbourhood is flanked by terraced iron mountains
Dark clouds seemed to surround him
The river water is also murky black
They say they are victims of urbanization

A city that always beats 24 hours a day
Its activities have been bound in a labyrinth
Modernity displays the face of emptiness
I, who live there, find it very, very difficult to meet and chat with honesty

I have to choose and seek recognition
It's natural that I look for a community that uses such ideals
It's just a matter of how. Actions wrapped in norms and religion create synergy in the aspects of life.
My life is simple