From The Nooks Of Jakarta Poem by RIC BASTASA
From The Nooks Of Jakarta
the canal gives up
the river's bosom is filled with
plastic garbage
the color of the water is
black
the leaves of trees
keep on falling
to the ground
people pass by
nothing's new
everything the same
day in and day out
business has to
continue
Indonesians simply
move on
with their
daily lives
it will be the same
here
when i come home again
sweet too is the garbage
of my country
my home
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