Those Who Are Still Surviving Poem by darman lasaidi

They stay in the forest
Bearing a gun
Every minute in anxiety
Whenever an attack comes
Maybe they could die,
shot,
Starving,
or Sick,
They chose to survive.

Climbing hill by hill,
Steep valley,
High cliffs,
They walked through the wilderness,
Giving up is the most humiliating defeat.

They still survive.
Called monkey, trash and useless.

Silence continues to be exploited,
Their nature is robbed, it's finished!
Trees are cut down by the roots,
Until the lands,
Until the contents of the earth are dug up, End!

fight against intimidation,
They are criminalized
they were killed!

Against death, not against death,
So they fight to the death!

They still survive
They are still fighting
There is only one word in my head; Independent!