EVALUATION OF DREAMS

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Today no more pleasantries
the land will never grow a dream
Let's teach our cousins ​​to eat rocks
sand and iron, let them imagine until the sky
to seven and turned into a Black Armored Knight or Gatot Glass

They are certainly happy, can be anything

and fly with steel bone wire muscles

We can only stare silently to look at that land

increasingly crumbling like crackers, music

demonstrations, shouts in the coffee shop

and all seemed to have become prophets

Today no more pleasantries

Our streets are so cruel and children are running

catch coins; just a buyer

bakwan, tahu, or fried bananas. Chitterlings

for weeks, and after that, sand, stone

and iron becomes a hunger bidder; of course his body

hold up the bat with his eloquent mouth

catch the bullet to then spit it out

again on the steps of the plaza

They are happy, free shouting free
picked up sharp gravels into grenades
throw it to the factories where his father
dismissed without severance pay; we can only pray
so that they will become wise commanders
army of defenders of the people; enforcers of justice

Today there is no more small talk

besides sand, stone, and iron all have been stale

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