Kebumen Cried

The shops forging red ignite the irrational race The road carrying thousands of looters reaps perverted pleasures Students learn to tear meaning with their hungry monkey-like nature The pedicab driver tries to pull the most exploited burden, the plunderer whispers Engko Aming-Mas Parto clashed because of daily customers They ignite the flames that have been suppressed for so long Real humans are upset because of the alien invaders, that's what orthodox humans call it, because they have never had sex with education, especially because they are jealous of the gold in their pockets. Even though the essence of it all is God's creatures, so where was God's intervention, where was God at the time of the incident, was God sleeping at that time, or was God having an affair at the hotel? The God of Stuttering is the God who sows confusion, the God who shakes reason, the God with the rose collar, the God who has the venom of a deadly snake. While the real God is trying the fortitude of his protégé who is plagued by chaos of character The transformation realm shakes an absolute belief in the coffin Kebumen is a global city which he says: glorifies a diversity of existence, whether he is human or alien, but why it can be ignited by rumors that are not clear. Kebumen of Central Java in region of Indonesia cried because it was roasted, iron, steel, bottles and orange utensils and the looters rejoiced September 1998 © Ayatullah Nurjati PoemHunter.com