Archive for April, 2015


Posted: 20/04/2015 in Puisi

Your eyes are ancestral forests cut down for palm-oil plantations and pulp mills

Your eyes are sacred mountains dissected for gold and tin

Your eyes are fertile lands stolen for cement factories

Your eyes are mist-covered blue lake transformed into a giant pigsty

Your eyes are beautiful peaceful neighbourhoods cursed into foreign-name hotels

Your eyes are floodings and traffic jams haunting your mornings and nights

Your eyes are children crying starving not enough money to buy imported rice and salt

Your eyes are gas tanks exploded in the kitchen when you are making love with your wife

Your eyes are petrol price raised every time you ride your credit motorbike to work

Your eyes are the television programs showing how the rich live and do their shopping overseas

Your eyes are members of parliament complaining how low their salaries are while driving brand new mercedes

Your eyes are the police who shoot protesting students calling them anarchists and terrorists

Your eyes are the thugs dressed in religious clothings beating up students who are discussing book calling them communists

Your eyes are the president who keeps saying, “Sorry, it’s none of my business”

Your eyes are the media who made you elect the president

Your eyes are the outspoken poet reported to the police accused of “defamation, libel and verbal sexual violence” in Facebook

Your eyes are old women imprisoned for using the tree branches in their own property for firewood

Your eyes are state officials smiling on television after being arrested for corruption

Your eyes are nomadic indigenous tribes forced by the state to live in permanent villages and be civilized

Your eyes are supermalls and supermarkets mushrooming replacing the traditional markets all over your poor Third World country

Your eyes are the poor being refused emergency health care by hospitals all over your country

Your eyes are sick and tired brown eyes of million angry poor brown people waiting for a bloody brown revolution to explode like a long dead supervolcano

Your eyes are everywhere

(Saut Situmorang)