Five etching for Francisco Jose De Goya Y Lucientes

Bullet

I have no kin

You give me range

If you are blind

I'm wholly blind

I have no confidence

You grant me a foe

You bid me to slay

I'm a runaway

Tay Ho Tong Pharmacy

(1868-1998)

Since they're deaf, I'm dumb

They did not hear my severe scream

They shout with their voice: Burn! Burn!

Do they think me as Abraham

Even God no longer is my fellow

He's made my skin yellow

Now I'm seared

It's maybe all they desired

Testimony of Sita in May

Since you burn my honor

Loot all my belongs in horror

Since you shaped me, I'm scared to see you

I waver every tender to you

Your hatred and revenge

Like iron in flames

Throws me away into very grave futile

Ravana, Ravana, why do you rape and defile me?

Horatio

No Horatio, I say nay to sermon

Of power broker and Delphi's oracle

Do not trust the guy who censures

Heaven and another

I'm still with the wind

Put faith in love and pain

I'm engaged to guilt, only me

Not ever will I condemn thee

Party

Parks and monuments

Art councils and House of Parliament

Full of jargon and jabber

This is my party, where's your nose?

Smelled the scent of tea

Watching twilight fall in the suite so free

For a thousand years the color of sun forever like bronze

Here is my heart: The perfect land of sovereign

1998

-- By Cecep Syamsul Hari