The Little Candle of the Motherlands
Motherland
you were so sweet first
stand tall without any sadness
hope stretches in the sky
the sun and its loyalty
the wind with the breath of life
land that is not tired of sincerity
My dear Garuda
your wings always give hope
Your sharp eyes are belief
your claws
remind diversity
Motherland, now you cry
Your eyes are torn even though it’s not teary
it’s because it’s so sick of your body
How come?
your graceful hair is slashed viciously
even poor reeds
which is dry, even exhausted by a burning red tongue
your stomach must hold back pain
while sharp iron pierces viciously
Now you lose your mud
who always spoils her
everything has changed
pointed claws of the earth
preparing to tear the blue sky
Red blazes the boisterous sky
and the Garuda lost its nest
the humans laughed late in the cruelty
even God, common as a reason for truth
who enjoys it?
who is suffering?
pretending to love is actually poisoning
So who is right?
Is that light still there?
The little candle that starts crying
Learn to be familiar with darkness. ・・・・・・
Catur Nugroho, April 17th, 2019