The Ballad of the Losers

in this time, i won't write my own poem. but i'll translate an Indonesian poem taken from my brother's book, that named Balada Orang - Orang Kalah. enjoy this :)


The Ballad of the Losers

maybe we are just tired after centuries of debates
to see the tree and mountain fall down one by one
valley and river are full of stones
and the rain that is reluctant to come to the ground

maybe we are just tired after centuries of anger
to see the river and sea blackened because of spilled oil
the big fishing boat that continuously spread its net
forces away the fisherman's boats to the [shallow] coastal waters

maybe we are just tired, losing energy
to breath the smog from the cars that fills the air
the bad smell from scattered garbage
the clogged up ditch in all over the city

maybe we are just tired and almost giving up
to the law of the nature that has begun to change
maybe we are just tired because the rays from the fire starts to dim
blown by the strong wind without any barriers
maybe we are just tired because we are tired
all out of energy
all out of blood.