SAJAK TIDUR DI TOA PAYOH MRT Mata tutup hilang peka sekitar Tidur, nyenyak, tak sadar, Tangan di lutut, kepala miring di bahu mimpi ke mana tidak tahu Kaos bergaris-garis, celana pendek, sandal jepit Di antara satu dan lain kerja terhempit Sebagai sofa, tangga dingin ruang setasiun Toa Payoh Buat yang bekerja dan bekerja tinggal jongkok […]
rubble grey white homes crumbled firing through narrow roads tanks rumbled witnesses ships to break through the sea wall never to cower gunships flying machine guns helicopter prison tower pizzas served beyond the wall in the air-conditioned plaza courage eyes search the sea for ships breaking through to Gaza.
For Gaza The occupier has no soul Even their breath is something they have stole Into animals they turned themselves as they treat others so The lie is their breath as towards the path of defeat they go. Uzi, gunship, nuclear bom, media manipulation, prison, deception, checkpoint humiliation fuse to defend a wall to hold […]
SAJAK KUBURAN SANTA CRUZ Debu batu kerikil jalan menggores-gores tubuh Darah mencat asfal jalan, keluar dari lobang dibuka peluru Wajah perih, mata nangis, otak marah, jiwa merana Jiwa menyatakan merdeka, asing buat mental tentara. Kuburan terima korban hidup hari itu di Santa Cruz yang tenang Kaos hanya pengantar keberanian bertekad: “Kita akan menang!” Wajah bicara […]
Under the green canopy, dark, brown, damp, void of grass Yard to the little house, walls of woven bamboo, walls which will never last Swept to a cleanliness where not a single fallen leaf survives, Tidiness creates space in the midst of scarcity, so from tiredness the villager revives. Grey blackish here and there shiny […]
BALI, INDONESIA Green, deep green Chlorophyll blinds the eyes keen Black earth, brown aches Sticky mud between toes cakes. Tears irrigate the picture painted under the labouring harvest’s stricture Paddy, palms, coconuts, frangipanis Creations of peasant hands canny. Rice sold and eaten Suffices to keep deep want beaten But for the future there are no […]
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound That wakes a wretch like me I once was lost, myself now found Was fooled, but now I see. T’was to fight that taught our hearts of fear Yet to fight do fears relieve The wretched’s choir did then arise The world to be the prize. Max Lane, May, 2010, […]