Small street boys

By Rbe Pramono

Husky have small feet
on the thorny road
sting of the sun on the earth's crust
blisters are no longer bold
you're running, the sweat turns climbing
squeaking wheels
Earth grimaced sore
country so far
vague angel with folded arms

Merapi, March 10, 2012
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Rbe Pramono. A poet, lives in Yogyakarta.

rivers of grief

Indonesia, tomorrow we are free
commemorate, but they are not independent
do not know what to eat tomorrow, there is no audible
property, conscience, togetherness, multiculturalism
corruptor dance, earth dance mother land

Indonesia, tomorrow we are free
souls surrender to the country, living past history of a period
whose justice, tears and bloods
towards the estuary in the rivers of grief
whose the imperialist, in truth?

Jakarta, August 15 2011
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** In order to welcome the Independence Day.

Wasted

By Dalasari Pera

Future has arrived
Self transfer to waste
Lose increasingly fall
Peak aborted
Fall in calendar

Perverted tales dashed
Explore every inch of the corridor

Whether, where a longer
Fairy tales?
Corridor?

While singing the grief
was because the wound

It is gray about the cause
Grief was because the wound?
Injury was because the grief?

Becomes a roar that most melancholy
After a pair of eyes changing sea
Welcomes frantic deliver fear

Belawa, March 28, 2011
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Dalasari Pera. Living in Belawa, South Sulawesi. His works are widely spread social networking sites.