Waiting in Suspense

In the midst of this sleepless night
I think I hear the squeaking of the yard gate.
It might be him. Hopefully so. It might...
For heaven's sake, why this late?

However, as there follows no further sound
I just stay put, listlessly lying on my bed
and I start imagining bad things, that swirl around,
at first here within me, then slowly moving up to my head.

I virtually ought to be proud
that he's joined these brave mates,
who fight injustice and 'KKN', active and aloud,
hardly ever considering their own fates.

Just think of the most stunning achievement
they've offered us as one of their commitments,
the toppling of 'the smiling general'
albeit tragically followed by many a funeral.

Mourning mothers then had to convince themselves
it was fate that made them lose their beloved son.
Only time and faith could heal this unpredicted loss.
Eventually they were to accept it at whatever cost.

And I'm led to wonder why almost every political matter
wherever it may occur must be paid with precious life.
I must admit I'm at a loss for a proper answer.
How about you, dear reader?...

Now I'm going to stop this sad dreaming
And I suddenly notice there isn't any more creaking,
only the soft sound of the rain, drizzling.
And I promise, whatever fate dictates I'll be waiting
even if it lasts till dawn.

-- By Djoeweriah Poorwo Soedarmo