The Evening Poem by Prasetya Utama

I sat in the bus
On going home
I wish arrived at home soon
I have tired been doing for nothingness

I feel sleep when waiting the bus start
Some one is coming sing a song
With the old guitars
and disturb my flied thingking

Since an economic recession
Time runs is going a long
Some one sing a song
In the bus
Not entertain us
For our happiness

However, they cannot do anything
Unemployment is increasing
Everday
While our leader is debating each other
Up to day