Dahulu, kalau menyamun dari kantung
Negara itu dianggap suatu
Angkara yang maha besar, yang tiada
Ampun maaf pada sang penyamun.
D.N.A.A.!
Dahulu lain,
Sekarang rupanya zaman penyamun berzapin.
#634 Tentang T15
Kalau tuan mengurus bangsa
Jangan lupa bermusyawarah
Gali cari jalan saksama
Agar warga tidak tersusah
Deras mulut mengucap arah
Kurang semak kurang pedoman
Rakyat bingung bercampur marah
Pening porak tidak keruan
Lajak sampan boleh diundur
Lajak kata buruk padahnya
Jangan leka menuntut akur
Hingga warga jadi termangsa
Cari jalan terpaling cermat
Agar lancar tatakelola
Amal adab beserta hormat
Pasti tadbir meraih mulia.
#630 Tentang Hukum Alam Bersilat
Kala tuan di tampuk kuasa
Julang nama dicanang-canang
Kala jatuh ditimpa tangga
Nama carik ditikam terjang
Ini hukum alam bersilat
Ada naik ada jatuhnya
Lumrah dunia berputar ligat
Usah muram mengenang duka.
#625 Tentang Keengganan
Kalau inilah yang dikatakan
Arus perdana jalur pemikiran
Bangsa yang megah mangaku tuan
Adab nilai lapuk tersadai
Menang sorak maruah tergadai
Maka aku lebih rela dipencilkan
Sepak terajang tak kuhiraukan
Hilai tawa tak kuendahkan
Lenanglah engkau dengan harta dan kuasa
Aku enggan berkubang sama.
#598 On The Maggot’s Rot
Through all the years, your hard travails,
You bid your conscience mute, untasked.
And in the ripeness, power reveals,
Now on your throne you stand, unmasked.
We barely knew you, did we not?
Behind that smile, the maggot's rot.
#597 On Being Out for a Short While
Out for a short while:
A mere blank pause, or is this
The end of the road?
#586 On Those Poor Children
It is as if the world is constantly surprised
That those who most ardently profess
Religiosity are often those who commit
The most egregious forms of wickedness.
Those poor, poor children: could we permit
Their suffering to be ignored, be pushed aside?
#580 On This Land of Dearth
I sink into this
House of mirth - a laughable
Parched desert of Dearth.
#579 On The Petulant Stallion that You Rode On
You rode on your horse
A rough, petulant stallion.
Now? You're on your knees.
#576 On Our March, Abandoned
Twenty-six years ago
You were sacked
And beaten
And disgraced
And we marched to the streets
Not in your name, oh no
But in the name of Justice
And you promised Change
You raised your fist in Defiance
And yes, you promised Justice
Twenty-six years later
(Even if only in our hearts
And not yet on the streets)
We are still marching
For Change and for Justice
Only, we are not quite sure
If you are still marching with us.