Treasure Island

Ida Mustazir

(20 October 1987 / Jakarta)

Fidgeting Courage


Yesterday we were an anthem of revolution
Singing, crumpling on a street of new order legacy
Under an ocean of beer lathered in starry sky
Twinkling stars with cigarettes between their lips
Smokes constellation misting the weather
Now salute me a graduation, present me a gift
A fat barrel of duties and rights of adult being
Twenty years of living has never felt so vital
The blinding path of 'arbeit macht frei' shines: how frei?


(graduation night, July 2008)

Submitted: Sunday, August 09, 2009
Edited: Sunday, April 07, 2013

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