Under The Banner Of Reformation Poem by Prasetya Utama

A don’t know
What I’m happy
Or suffering
Every time
When last night
I had dreamed about you
When my wife
Had been fast asleep
After watch the last film on TV
Where all children were lied on the floor
While the vane of fan rotary
Along night
Ah, hot wheatear
In draught

I have been waiting for along time
Your desirable hair coil
On the old rattan chair
My hand to and fro open
The old magazine
Which full of photos of Soekarno
With his baldheaded
Suffered in the army jail
He had been lost their adoration
Democracy and freedom grow
A moment and then fade off
We have to think in uniform
In the whole archipelago
After its creativity had been fade off
And changed with praise
To the national leaders
Aught, its already done
Changed a revolution word
With development of cities
Highway juts from point to point
Among archipelago with chain of debt
Strangulation on our neck
Which paid by our whole natural resources
And perspiration of our people

To day, Soeharto had been lied
With his own prison, had been traped
Which his own deed, decrepit and aching
While the people who praised in his decade of his powers, sit in rocking chair, pretend think to the people destiny
In the mids of economical crisis, eartquake, ooze, flood, Tzunami
and smoke from the forest frazzle
who sit in the chair of Five Star Hotel
drink a cup of coffee, beer, and whisky
his eyes ball greedy gobble core of strephtese
till daybreak
agh, heve you finished your hair coils
you went out from the door with pink kebaya
with beatutiful hair coils
but why riding bicycle alone
ain’t I’m already to pick up you
for going to the churh