Rekonsiliasi Dalam Puisi

REKONSILIASI DALAM PUISI ( RECONCILIATION IN POETRY )

ASTAR SIREGAR

Expanded Edition

Published by: Tulodong Publishing 2013

REKONSILIASI DALAM PUISI

Oleh : ASTAR SIREGAR

ISBN 978-979-16449-8-3

Lukisan Sampul oleh : Ny. Farida Astar

Terjemahan oleh : Sinta Maria Sinaga

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PENERBIT TULODONG Jl. Anyer XIV No. 25 RT 009/09 Jakarta 10310 Telp. 021-92280929, 0813-86486461

RECONCILIATION IN POETRY

By : ASTAR SIREGAR

ISBN 978-979-16449-8-3

Cover by : Mrs. Farida Astar

Translated by : Sinta Maria Sinaga

All right reserved

TULODONG PUBLISHER Jl. Anyer XIV No. 25 RT 009/09 Jakarta 10310 Phone. 021-92280929, 0813-86486461

Dipersembahkan kepada :

Prof. Ali Wardhana Ph.D Almarhum Prof. Widjoyo Nitisastro Ph.D Almarhum Prof.DR Mohamad Sadli Semoga rahmah Tuhan menyertai mereka

Dedicated To :

Prof. Ali Wardhana Ph.D The Late Prof. Widjoyo Nitisastro Ph.D The Late Prof.DR. Mohamad Sadli

May the blessing of God follow them

DAFTAR ISI

Content Prolog................................................................................ Prolog……………………………………………. Tanggapan dari Prof.Dr Saparinah Sadli ......................... Response from Prof.Dr.Saparinah Sadli ……….. Rekonsiliasi................................... ......................................... Reconciliation …………………………………….. Mei 1998 ......................................................................... ... May 1998………………………………………….. Semanggi, 13 – 11 – 1998 .................................................. Semanggi November 13th, 1998 ……………….... Mei Di Kampus................................................................... May at Campus…………………………………… Generasi Frustrasi .............................................................. Frustrated Generation............................................... Rintihan Pertiwi……………………………………………. Motherland blues ..................................................... Pulanglah Kerumah .............................................................. Go Home .................................................................. Lintas Sarulla………………………………………………. Road Of Sarulla……………………………………. Selamat Pagi Papua .............................................................. Good Morning Papua ............................................... Politisi .................................................................................. Politician…………………………………………… Dimensi waktu……………………………………………… Time dimension ………………………………….. Tirani ................................................................................... Tyranny……………………………………………. Semerawut ………………………………………………… Chaotic ...................................................................

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Ibrahim Datuk Tan Malaka ............................................. Ibrahim Datuk Tan Malaka…………………….. Bung Pendidik .................................................................. The Mad of Education ………………………… Soeharto Dalam Kenangan …………………………….. Soeharto in Memorial ………………………….. Munir Thalib ..................................................................... Munir Thalib……………………………………… Alas Trogo, Pasuruan Di Hari Waisak .............................. Alas Trogo, Pasuruan on Wesak………………….. Kemana Tempat Mengadu.................................................. Where to complain………………………………… Satu Hari Di Bulan Januari……………………………… One day in January...................................................... Di Telapak Kaki Tugu Proklamator .................................... At the feet of Proclaimers’ Statue ............................... Ode Buat Bung Hatta ........................................................... An Ode for Mr. Hatta……………………………….. Ode Buat Cut Nyak Dien ..................................................... An Ode for Cut Nyak Dien…………………………. Elegi Buat Sang Raja ........................................................... An Elegy for the King……………………………… Patung Di Penghujung Jalan ................................................ A statue at the end of the street…………………….. H.O.S Cokroaminoto ............................................................ H.O.S Cokroaminoto .................................................. Aku Bersaksi ........................................................................ I Witness…………………………………………… Pagaran Batu, Parau Sorat, Sipirok ..................................... Pagaran Batu, Parau Sorat, Sipirok ………………... Indonesia Aku Gundah ........................................................ Indonesia I’m restless………………………………. Kusesali Kekerdilan Ini........................................................ I regret this small mindedness ……………………

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SBY Mana Visimu ...........................................................… 175 SBY, Where’s your vision………………………... 176 Jangan Tunda Lagi................................................................ 177 No more delay …………………………………….. 178 Pendulum Sejarah ................................................................ 179 Pendulum of History……………………………… 180 Jangan Pernah Salahkan Musim.......................................... 183 Don’t ever blame the season……………………… 184 Kampanye di tengah Banjir ................................................. 189 Campaign during flood…………………………… 190 17 – 8 – 2007........................................................................ 193 17-8-2007………………………………………..... 194 Lumpur ................................................................................ 195 Mud……………………………………………….. 196 Ratap..................................................................................... 197 Lamentation……………………………….………. 198 Pagi Natal Di Cisarua........................................................... 199 Christmas morning in Cisarua ……………………. 200 Ku Mau Kau Kuat ............................................................... 203 I want you to be strong …………………………… 204 Pergumulan ini …………………………………………… 207 This Struggle ……………………………..………. 208 Monas, 9 Desember 2009................................................. ... 209 Monas, 9th December 2009………………………... 210 Kita Harus Optimis………………………………………… 213 We must be optimistic………………………….... . 214 Warkah Dari Karang Sirih.................................................... 215 A Letter From Karang Sirih ..................................... 216 Istiqlal 9-3-2007…………………………………………… 219 Istiqlal 9 March 2007 ……………………………... 220 Tandaslah Sudah................................................................... 225 It’s gone……………………………………….…… 226

Desember 2011 Dalam Peristiwa …………………….…… 227 December 2011 in Kaleidoscopic……......................228 Dimana Negeri di 2025 ? ……………………..…………….233 Where is the country in 2025 ? ……….…………....234 Pamflet Cinta ..................................................................... 241 Leaflet of Love …………………………………….242 Daftar Riwayat Hidup ......................................................... .243 Bio Data……………………………………………244

Kepada Yth, Pengantinku Ibu anak-anakku Nenek cucu-cucuku, Kalau tak karena kau, manalah aku sampai disini

Astar siregar Jkt April 2013

With regards, My Mate The mother of my children The grandmother of my grandchildren, If it were not because of you, I couldn’t be here

Astar Siregar Jakarta, April, 2013

PROLOG Trauma silam yang berceceran, dendam nan tak litaknya bersipongang. Membuat mimpi kita masih berbeda hingga kini Kenapa kita endapkan dalam kebisuan ? Sampai kapan ? Apakah rentang waktu akan menutup sendiri, rapat-rapat menguburnya ? Selama sejarah belum ditulis dengan tulus tanpa amarah, kita tak akan memiliki rujukan untuk duduk bersama mendiskusikannya. Di altar sejarah , seyogianya semua terbuka. Betapapun kelad pahitnya masa lalu harus diungkapkan. Selama kehidupan masih ada, manusia tetap mendambakan rasa keadilan. Rekonsiliasi adalah keberanian penuh ketulusan untuk mengerti kelamnya silam demi esok yang lebih cemerlang. Bisakah kita ? Melalui kumpulan ”Rekonsiliasi Dalam Puisi” ini kututurkan megap hatiku dambakan masa depan nan bertentu tuju. Menurutku hanya ” rekonsiliasi ” lah jalur yang masih terbuka. Rekonsiliasi merupakan persyarat untuk pembangunan. Taklah mungkin negeri dibangun di atas dendam, pertengkaran, pertikaian yang tak berkesudahan. Adakah pintasan lain yang terbuka menurutmu ? Bila tak ada, jangan tunggu lagi ! Mari …...................! Telah kututurkan galau hatiku, tangkaplah pesannya, resapkan Rekonsiliasi memang suara nan bermula dihati………………. Lengkaplah sudah kumpulan ini, semoga bermanfaat Astar Siregar Mountain Resort ” Ibu Haji ” Tugu, Cisarua , Maret 2008.

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PROLOG The scattered past-time trauma the ever-lasting glare of revenge, make our dreams poles apart until now. Why we do suppress them in silence? When will it end? Will the long period close tightly bury itself? As long as history is written neither with sincerity nor in peace, we’ll have no references to sit together and discuss it. On the altar of history, all should be transparent no matter how bitter the past was, it should be uncovered. As long as life goes on, people will always yearn for justice. Reconciliation is bravery which is full of sincerity to understand the bleak past time for brighter tomorrow. Can we? Through this “Reconciliation in Poetry”, I cite my heart’s suffocation which is longing for well-planned future. I think only “reconciliation is the only possible way. Reconciliation is a prerequisite for development. It’s impossible for the country to be developed with the foundation of vengeance, dispute, and never-ending fights. Do you think there’s another possible short-cut? If there isn’t any, wait no longer! Let’s go……..! I’ve cited my restlessness, catch the message, internalize it. Reconciliation is indeed voice which starts at heart………….So, this compilation is complete. May it be useful. Astar Siregar Mountain Resort “Ibu Haji” Tugu, Cisarua, March 2008

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TANGGAPAN PROF.DR. SAPARINAH SADLI Komnas Perempuan Saat kami dikirimi buku pertamanya, ( ini akan merupakan buku yang ke tiga ) yang menarik perhatian saya adalah pada sketsa cover buku yang merupakan hasil lukisan isterinya. Maka saat itu saya bertanya pada Sadli : ” Siapa sih penulis buku ini” ?. Jawabnya singkat : Seorang ekonom……………………… Sketsa ” cover ” menghiasi buku kedua dan ketiga ini. Saya sendiri baru berjumpa dengan Sdr. Astar Siregar waktu dia menengok Sadli di RS. Cikini, Jl. Raden Saleh, tahun yang lalu. Selama ini saya anggap Sdr. Astar mengirim hasil karyanya karena sama-sama belajar ekonomi dengan almarhum suami saya. Sehingga saya terus terang terkejut waktu menerima permintaan Sdr. Astar agar mau menulis tanggapan / pengantar bagi buku ketiganya yang berjudul : Rekonsiliasi Dalam Puisi. Kebetulan buku ketiga akan naik cetak pada Hari Perempuan Sedunia, ialah tanggal 8 Maret. Suatu hari yang dirayakan secara resmi oleh banyak negara sebagai Hari Hak Asasi Perempuan. Sebagai non sastrawan saya tidak bisa menilai apakah Sdr. Astar penulis yang andal. Tetapi yang menarik bagi saya ialah ungkapannya tentang topik rekonsiliasi. Topik yang tidak begitu asing bagi saya karena sering dibahas oleh cukup banyak orang yang peduli pada hak asasi manusia dan hak asasi perempuan sebagai hak manusia. Saya sendiri, sebagai seorang yang ikut mendirikan dan kemudian mengetuai Komisi Nasional Anti Kekerasan terhadap Perempuan (KOMNAS PEREMPUAN). Sebuah lembaga nasional yang pertama didirikan dengan keputusan Presiden setelah reformasi digulirkan, sepuluh tahun yang lalu. Karenanya refleksi Sdr. Astar tentang rekonsiliasi, iii

RESPONSE PROF.DR. SAPARINAH SADLI Women’s National Commision Upon receiving his first book (this will be his 3 rd book), I was interested in the sketch of the book cover which is his life’s painting. At that time, I asked Sadli :”Who is this book’s author”. His reply was: “An economist….”the cover sketch also decorated the 2nd book and this 3rd book. I myself met Mr. Astar Siregar for the first time when he visited Mr. Sadli at Cikini Hospital on Raden Saleh Street. So far, I thought Mr. Siregar sent me his work because he studied economics together with my late husband. So, I was frankly surprised with the request from Mr. Siregar to give response for his 3rd book which is entitled : “Reconciliation In Poetry”. Coincidently, this 3rd book published on the International Women’s Day which is on March 8, a day which celebrated officially by many nations as the day of Women’s basic right. As an ordinary one in literature, I can’t judge whether Mr. Siregar is a capable writer or not. However, I’m interested in his expressions about reconciliation as the topic. The topic isn’t so remote for me because it’s been discussed by quite a lot of people who care about human basic rights and basic rights for women. I myself is a women who participated in establishing then chaired National Commission against violence for women (KOMNAS PEREMPUAN). This is the first national institution established with the President’s decreed after reform was set forth ten years before that. That’s why, Mr. Siregar reflection about reconciliation

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khususnya Tragedi Mei, telah menggugah ingatan saya tentang Tragedi Kemanusiaan yang telah mencoreng nama bangsa. Suatu lembaran hitam dalam sejarah kita yang hingga sekarang belum jelas siapa pelaku dan aktor intelektualnya. Sampai sekarang aktor dan pelakunya tidak dicari dan korbannya tidak dibantu. Karena temuan TPGF ( tim gabungan pencari fakta ) yang dibuat dengan keputusan bersama 5 Menteri kabinet Habibie secara resmi ditolak oleh Pemerintah. Akibatnya proses rekonsiliasi yang dibutuhkan, termasuk oleh korban kekerasan seksual yang menjadi isu kontroversial, tidak berjalan. Rekonsiliasi tidak berjalan bukan hanya tidak adanya keterbukaan pada kejadian yang terkait pada Tragedi Mei tetapi terhadap banyak kejadian di negeri ini yang tergolong pelanggaran hak asasi manusia. Refleksi Sdr. Astar tentang rekonsiliasi yang dituangkan dalam buku ini adalah kegalauannya tentang sejumlah fakta sejarah yang masih disangkal oleh penguasa setelah Soeharto lengser. Juga tentang harapannya agar peristiwa pahit dalam perjalanan bangsa ini dikaji untuk membuka jalan ke arah proses rekonsiliasi.. Itulah penangkapan saya tentang isi buku Sdr. Astar yang berjudul ” Rekonsiliasi Dalam Puisi ”. Selamat membaca.

Saparinah Sadli Jakarta, 8 Maret 2008

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especially about the tragedy in May, has stimulated my recollection of human tragedy which humiliated our nation. It’s a black piece if our history which has till now been unclear about who the executors and the intellectual actors were. So far, the actors and the executors have been free out there and the victims are not supported because the findings of TPGF (integrated team for fact findings) which were formulated with the decree of five ministers from Habibie Cabinet were officially overruled by the government. Consequently, the process of reconciliation needed including by the victims of several harassment which has become the controversial issue, doesn’t become reality. Reconciliation is hampered not only because of the closeness about the happening related to the tragedy of May but also because of the non-transparency about so many cases in this country which are categorized as human rights issue. Mr. Siregar reflection on reconciliation which was poured out in this book is his anxiety about lots of historical facts which were still denied by the authority post the step-down of Soeharto. This book is also about his expectation for the black experiences in the country’s journey to be examined to open a road to the process of reconciliation. Those are all what I can capture about the content of Mr. Siregar’s book which is entitled “Reconciliation in Poetry” Enjoy reading this book! Saparinah Sadli Jakarta, 8th March 2008

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REKONSILIASI

1. Lirih raung, di libas silam Gelegak dendam gerahi udara, Merasuki relung hati...... Meninggi jua ..... Menganga tak dikatup, Menanti adil membumi ..... 2 Fakta nan dicatat, Penguasa mendata suara, Pesona pun ditata, Bunglon mengatur warna Berobah disetiap reformasi ... 3 Jika lah sejarah belum sempurna, Lalu apa rujukan kita ? Keping-keping trauma nan tercecer, Masih tersimpan dalam diam Tapi sampai kapan ? Penuh sadar tanpa gelegak perasaan Tulis kan .... Gelegar magma di perut bumi, Apa dibangun diledakkannya Sisakan caldera berkeping-keping ... Selayaknya, sejarah mencatat Ratap Rontaan generasi bertanya.

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RECONCILIATION 1. I faint howl was beaten by the past Rumbling vengeance boiled the air, Went deep to the bottom of the heart….. Soared up at once…… Opened up, uncovered, Waited for justice to land 2. Facts were recorded, Authority listed voters Enchantment was schemed, A chameleon managed its color Changing in every reform 3. If history isn‟t yet complete So, what‟s our reference? Scattered pieces of trauma, Still stay in store, motionless But when would be it end? Fully sober without conflicts of feelings Write the story……… Outburst of magma in the earth‟s womb Blowing out whatever built Leaving pieces if remaining caldera As supposed to, history recorded Lamentation The wail of generation asked questions

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4 Alangkah mencekamnya tahun berlalu Negeri memiting puteranya Warga memburai tetangga sendiri , Di gelanggang terbuka, Tak ada yang melerai, Dipertarungan tak berronde Berhimpit terkapar membusuk, Tanpa berita di kandangkan Bagaimana demokrasi diamalkan Bila berbeda dibabat ..... Menanti adil membumi….. 5 Menindas atas komando Bintang jasa pun telah disemat, Reformasi bertanya azasi Nero terengah bermahkamah Di dasar senyum yang tenang, Arus ganas liar menerjang Boleh tak setuju, kenapa dilibas Bangsa peramah ini, di ternak pemangsa buas Bamper dibangun di mana saja 6 Sejarah mencatat fakta, Warisan nan terhingga kita Kita paparkan apa adanya Mari kita telaah di lapangan terbuka Kesemuanya berhak dimengerti Penundaan, kan melebar duka .....

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4. How eerie years go by The land twists her own sons The men slaughter their own neighbors, In the open arena Nobody become jury In the fight without rounds Cramming down to rot Without news, put in the cage How can democracy be realized If differences are cut out Waiting for justice to land…… 5. Suppressing without command Yet, Badges of honor are awarded Reform questions about human rights Nero breathlessly led the court At the bottom of peaceful smile Furious streams hit wildly May disagree, why being eradicated? This friendly nation is bred by horrible prey Bumpers are built everywhere 6. History recorded facts, Our priceless legacy We explain the way it is Let‟s explore it in an open area All need to be understood Procrastination will open wide anguish…..

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7 Kenapa didiamkan ? Sampai kapan ? Sepi seakan dilupa Sengaja dipelihara ? Generasi melupa ? Alangkah naifnya, Detak bom waktu .... Saatnya tiba meluluh lantakkan tatanan Apakah itu yang kita tunggu ? 8 Dendam didendang berbiak, Kenapa dipendam bermusim ? Benih tak sempat tumbuh, Seliur angin memekik Badai .... Menyemburkan percikan, Jangan tunggu luapan nyala, Hinggapi pulau kepulau ... Besok apa yang kita tuju Mari kita bangun masa depan, Tanpa melupa masa lalu ... Bisakah kita .... ? 9 Sengat silau catatan sejarah Relakan kita menelaahnya Menerima duka dalam suka Bersuka dalam tsunami kehidupan Dilereng lembah ... Anggrek, melati, dahlia merebak Sambut fajar, buka hari bangun esok Negeri tanpa tirani, Semua pemilik, semua peserta .... 5

7. Why is it abandoned? When will this condition end? Silence as if forgotten Deliberately kept? Generation forget? How naïve, The ticks of time bomb….. In its time will break down the structure It that what we‟re expecting? 8. Vengeance is hummed to breed, Why is it buried through seasons? Seeds have no time to grow, Blow of wind shouts Storm…….. Burst out flames Don‟t wait till they set fire From island to island….. Tomorrow, what do we up to? Let‟s develop the future, Without forgetting the past…. Can we…….? 9. Blinding scorch of historical records Let us read through them To accept sadness in joy To triumph in the tsunami of life Dawn the valley…. Orchid, jasmine, dahlia bloom To welcome the dawn, open the day, develop tomorrow Nation without tyranny All are owners, all are participants… 6

10. Paduka, kapan tuan kan tiba, Memandu ke mana tenteram bersemayam Dendam, curiga tak lagi terjaga Letusan, ledakan terredam Subuh kugarap kerja, Langit senja ditabur warna Mengantar hari menjelang tidur 11 Di perenungan ... Sisi lain kehidupan menyembul Apa yang kita tuai dari semua ini? Hilang masa diredam dendam Belalak surya pun ditelan gerhana Bulan hamil dilenyap kabut Terpaku dikegelapan .... Geliat hidup berjalan terus 12 Politik enggan bicara individu, Hanya penjumlahan, angka pendukung Ratap tangis tak kan disapa, Hilang melangit .... Satu kepala, satu pula suara Pudar di ambang massa.

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10. Your highness, when will you arrive? To lead where peace stays Vengeance, suspicion are no longer awake Eruption, explosion are muffled At dawn, I do my work The sky at dusk spreads colors Taking a day to catch its sleep 11. During self-reflection Another aspect of life appears What do we reap from all this? Time is lost muffled by vengeance The glare of sun is engulfed by eclipse Pregnant moon is lost in fog Stuck in the dark….. The wriggle of life keeps going 12. Politics restlessly talks about individuals, Just the addition, supporting data Cries will not be responded, Gone into the sky…… One head, one vote Faded at the threshold of mass

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13. Alangkah sempurnanya hidup Aku dambakan saat tiba, Berangkulan, di satu tekad di satu tuju Disatu rindu, enggan berpisah Di satu tulus , di satu mimpi Di satu bahagia .... Tuhan utus kami gembala, Menuju lembah hijau , di belah sungai Mungkinkah gembala tiba sendiri tanpa dielu ? 14. Genting waktu kian tipis, Hentikan pertengkaran, Pusarkan kerja .... Hanya itu arah tersedia Saling merangkul bukakan hati Walau terbata-bata , mari kita mulai 15. Bersyukur atas keragaman, Limbahmu kemanfaatanku Sisaku rabuk tanahmu Mari kita gembur bersama Warna-warni, Berbeda kita satu ....

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13. How perfect life is I long for its arrival, In a hug for one determination At one destination, With longing which restlessly separate In sincerity in one dream At united happiness….. God set us go as shepherds Toward the green valley, across the river Can shepherds arrive without the cheer? 14. The critical moment gets shorter, Stop the fights, Centralize work….. That‟s the only direction provided Hug each others, open the hearts Even in stutters, let‟s start 15. Give thanks for the diversity, Your waste is my gain My left over is your land fertilizer Let‟s plough together The different colors We‟re unity in diversity……

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16. Sayap rajawali memayungi negeri, Badai hati redakan .... Hingar letupan adem diredam Sejarah telaah bersama Kita mengerti, kita sesalkan, Arahkan busur sasaran kedepan Pratiwi nan molek bentangkan tangannya Sejahteramu, sejahteraku pula Dukamu , duka bersama 17 Telah kudengar duka melirih, Sipongang pemaafan .... Kumandang rekonsiliasi meringkik Telaah sejarah redam amarah, Lampiaskan tangis apa adanya Pejamkan mata renungkan Gariskan bagan peta kedepan... Gamang sejarah berulang .... 18 Peluk aku kan kucium pipimu, Tepuk riuh di atas sana .... Generasi baru terus tumbuh Wariskan hidup bertentu tuju, Jangan dendam menerpa esok Desah debar kan mereda Rangkul aku menuju sejahtera ....

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16. The wings of eagles cover the country, The storm at heart should find its ending…. The chaos of a blow is coolly muffled History is explored together We understand, we regret Point the bow to the target ahead The beautiful motherland spread her wings Your welfare is mine Your sadness is ours. 17. I have heard that sadness die down, The loud noise of apologize… The voice of reconciliation pitches high Probing for history, Expressing cries as they are Close your eyes to reflect Draw the outline of mapping ahead… The uncertain history repeated itself… 18. Hug me, I‟ll kiss your cheeks, Applause comes from above…. New generation keeps growing Passes down lives with set future Don‟t let vengeance hit tomorrow Flattering pulses will be normal Hug me towards abundance…..

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MEI 1998

1 Gerombolan kesurupan, menjajang warga Menjarah mal-mal Di guyuri bensin, di bakar Ratapan histeris, melolong Aroma jangat manusia, bersama asap, Membubung Nirwana, di Klender 2 Histeris, bergegas Teriak memanggil, mencari Harap cemas, naik turun tangga Nyala api….. Menjilat hingga tengah malam Putera- puteri, keluarga dilalap kobaran 3 Hening kecemasan, Kota sepi Pemerintahan lumpuh Mal-mal kota dibakar, amis mengepul Sirine meraung-raung Ambulans sarat bergegas Di RSCM Mayat hitam bergelimpangan, Posisi meringkuk legam mengarang Kemeja bersaksi Bingung mencekam, Galau berkabung, Meledak isak teriakan 13

MAY 1998 1. A possessed force dominated civilians Seized malls which were Being poured over by premium to be burnt Hysterical moans were wailing The smell of human skin was with smoke Billowed up to heaven at Klender 2. Hysterically in a rush Shouts of calling, of searching Anxious wishes, up and down the stairs The glare of fire Was still licking till late mid night Sons and daughters of families Were engulfed by the blaze 3. Eerie anxiety, Silent city The authority was paralyzed City malls were burnt down Rotten small billowed up Sirens wailed Ambulance was full is rush To RSCM Black corpses scattered about In coiling position, in charcoal burnt Shirts witnessed Confusion haunted Restlessness mourned Burst out was groaning sobs 14

4 Beribu saksi, Membisu, hingga kini penuh misteri…… Penjarahan, pemerkosaan Teka-teki belum terjawab Kala elit berenggutan kuasa Di Mei 1998 lalu 5 Lorong kehidupan, Tak bermentari, tak lagi berbulan Dendam, , depresi Insomia berkepanjangan, cemas menunggu Tunjuk kuburnya …. ? 6 Sembilan tahun, seakan tadi, Cakrawala berkunang Setiap melintas CITRA MALL

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4. Thousands of witness Lock theirs mouths till now Full of mystery…. Seizure, rape Puzzles authority were fighting for power In the past May, 1998 5. Tunnels of lives Were neither with sun nor moon Vengeance, depression Incurable insomnia Were waiting anxiously Point of the graves….? 6. Nine years feels like just now Horizon was in fireflies Every time passing by CITRA MALL

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7 Penembak gelap di kejauhan Bidik halaman kampus Berondongan peluru, menggelegar, Halaman kampus, pengap memanggang Teriakan histeris, di setiap penjuru Bubar berlarian , terpencar Tiarap, dibalik gedung-gedung kuliah Empat mahasiswa tersungkur, di terjang peluru, Terkapar, tak bangkit lagi Di Mei 1998 silam 8 Para suhada disemati “Pahlawan Reformasi” Bukti dipendam, saksi-saksi membisu Hak Asasi manusia dilupakan Pelanggaran luar biasa 9 Setiap Mei, Tekad diungkap, dikenang, diseminarkan Presiden berkali berganti sudah Batin birokrasi, tak berobah Visi tetap sama. 10 Kampus reformasi itu, masih disana, Mal-mal berganti nama Semburan AC, mengusir amis Lampu-lampu kristal, memantulkan berlian Dangdut seronok, merangsang pinggul Nikmati hari ini, peras selagi basah Kemiskinan kian melata Reformasi terjungkal. 17

7. Snipers were afar Targeted at a campus yard Unending shots of bullets rumbled The campus yard campus was stuffy in a grill Hysterical shouts from all directions Running away in chaos Ducking behind the campus buildings Four students fell headlong by bullets Fell flat down, never get up again In the past May, 1998 8 The martyrs were honored as Reform Heroes Evidence was buried, witness were shut up Basic human rights were abandoned Severe law violation 9 Every May Determination was expressed, commemorated, discussed The changes of presidents took place The heart of bureaucracy doesn‟t change The vision is still the same 10 The reform university was still there The malls changed names The coldness of AC sent the odor away Crystal lights reflect diamond Vulgar folk songs seduced waists Enjoy this day, squeeze while it‟s wet Poverty is getting worse Reform is twisted 18

11 Busana hitam, wajah berkabung Memandangi pagar, depan istana Spanduk tua diangkat, petisi dibaca Penjaga menguap, dielus pengap Kehidupan susah, mencekik Reformasi, mati suri menunggu ajalnya. 12 Bendera setengah tiang. Sesekali, melambai meliuk Civitas Akademia, berduka di kakinya Tunduk tapakkur, heningkan cipta Lelehan air mata, mengenang Mei berdarah Sembilan tahun lalu, Geram, mengutuk keberutalan itu

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11 Black clothes, mourning faces Staring at the front gate of palace Old banners were lifted up, petition was read The guards yawned in the stroke of stuffiness Lives were strangled in difficulty Reform was dying, ready to be gone 12 A half-pole-raised flag In sway once in a while Academic personnel were mourning at its foot Bowed solemnly in a silent period Falling teardrops commemorated bloody May Nine years ago Infuriating cursed that brutality

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SEMANGGI, 13-11-1998

Untuk : Sumarsih, Arief Priyadi *)

Delapan tahun, busana hitam lusuh berganti Sewindu berkabung, berkeriput, uban memutih Tak hari, tanpa ziarah Air mata, membasuh nisan Mengusung spanduk, meraung Meradangkan nestapa, menceloteh Ke DPR, Mahkamah ke Mahkamah Tak kenal lelah, mulut terkuak, mengaum, merintih Singa betina itu tak rela, hatinya terluka Hingga kini, hingga nanti, Hingga akhir dunia, Hingga keadilan, meredam amarahnya. Di Joglo , rohnya menyatu terkubur Ia telah tiada sejak itu, hanya jasad Sorotannya membara, aum membahana Mulut menyeringai, marahnya berbusa Di lebat belantara Pemburu-pemburu liar itu, menghilang… Pohon terang, tak lagi berkunang, berkelip Sunyi bisu, syahdunya malam Di keheningan, hanya dia dan Tuhannya Mati rasa, trauma, geram, pasrah Air mata kering. Kenangan, kerinduan, berkecambah, menebal Demi hak asasi, setiap Kamis Mereka berdiri, di depan istana. 21

SEMANGGI, NOVEMBER 13, 1998 For : Sumarsih Arief Priyadi *)

Eight years, worn-out black clothes have been put on in turns That long time in mourning While growing wrinkles and grey hair No day without cemetery visit Tears wash up the tombstones Holds up posters, howls Gets infection sorrow babbles To House of Representative, from court to court Unexhausted, she opens her mouth, roaring, groaning That lioness can‟t let go, her heart is wounded Until now, until later Until the end of the world Until justice muffles her anger At Joglo, her spirit was buried along She‟s gone since then, just her body stays Her glare is aflame, her roars rever berates Her mouth grins, her anger foams In the density of wood Those wild hunters disappeared Christmas tree, no longer sparkles like blinking fireflies Mutely quiet and serene night In silence, it‟s just her and her God Numb, traumatic, upset, and submissive Tears dry Memory and the longing sprout, and growing For human right, every Thursday They stand in front of the palace 22

Di Semanggi 13 November 1998, mahasiswa diterjang peluru Mereka yang berangkat, berangkatlah Yang tinggal, tinggalah Mana baiknya, hanya Dia yang tahu Bak selebriti Berkeliaran penembak – penembak gelap itu masih Hingga kini.... Aum rintih, mengerang ditengah malam Dia rindu anaknya

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*) Orang tua korban

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At Semanggi 13th November 1998, students were hit by bullets Those who departed ….say good bye Those who survived…... please stay Which one is better only God knows Like celebrities The mysterious snipers have been roaming around Until now…………. The wails of moans at midnight She misses her son

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Parents of Semanggi victims

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MEI DI KAMPUS

Bendera setengah tiang. Sesekali, melambai meliuk Civitas Akademia, berduka di kakinya Tapakkur, heningkan cipta Mengenang Mei berdarah Mengutuk keberutalan itu Berondongan, menggelegar, Halaman kampus, pengap memanggang Teriakan histeris, di setiap penjuru Bubar terpencar Tiarap, dibalik gedung-gedung kuliah Empat mahasiswa di terjang peluru, Terkapar, tak bangkit lagi Di perkabungan pagi ini Tekad dibulat, Kampus kan berarak Seperti tahun-tahun lalu Mengusung tragedi ini Sejarah, laju berputar dalam siklusnya Politisi, penikmat reformasi, cepat melupakan “ Tak ada, pelanggaran HAM berat di sana ! “ Putus mereka tuntas Alangkah teganya. Gelar “ Pahlawan Reformasi “ telah disemat Luka itu, tetap menganga Sampai keadilan, membumi dikampus ini 13/5/2007

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MAY ON CAMPUS A half –pole-raised-flag In sway once in a while Academic members were mourning at its foot In solemn and silent period Commemorated bloody May Cursed its brutality Unending shots rumbled The campus yard was stuffy in a grill Hysterical shouts from all directions Running away in chaos Ducking behind the campus buildings Four students fell headlong by bullets Fell flat down, never get up anymore In that morning mourn Determination is set up The campus will rally Like the years before To carry this strategy History the turned round its cycle Politicians, the connoisseurs of reform, forgot past “There was no severe violation of Human Rights” The decision they made in acclamation How dare they The title of “Reform Heroes” had been awarded Those wounds still open wide Until justice finds its ground at this campus May 13, 2007

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GENERASI FRUSTRASI Untuk : Alm. Maftuh Fauzi *)

I Polemik berkecamuk menggonggong... Jelejahi malam, Kafilah tetap berlalu Tanpa empati, pongahkan kuasa Tak lagi ada peka, dewakan kalkulasi ... Demokrasi hanya struktur. Bergelimpangan dibawah tenda, Mogok makan, bibir terjahit, Lelah tak lagi berteriak, Mereka dihalau, dari kampus sendiri Yang disekap, dilepas sudah, Dia nan terkapar,tak lagi bertahan Di jalanan lolongan,histeris, Ucapan selamat jalan.... Harga lanjut mencekik bergerak, Kampus perlawanan itupun,terperangah, Bara dikuyu mata, Frustrasi memendam dendam Sedari Arief Rachman Hakim diterjang peluru, ” Kenapa terulang ? ”

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FRUSTRATED GENERATION For The late Maftuh Fauzi*

I Polemics crowdedly barks During the journey through the night Travelers keep going Without empathy, boast about power No sensitivity, worship calculation……….. Democracy is a mere a structure Lying about under tents Hunger strike, sewn lips Tired no longer shout They‟re hauled from their campus Those who‟re locked up were set free Those who‟re unconscious couldn‟t survive On the streets were historical wails Good bye…………………… Price continuously moved to strangle That fighting campus was at awe Flame tired eyes Frustration suppressed revenge Since Arief Rachman Hakim was hit by a bullet “Why does it keep happening?”

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II Periuk nasi nan terancam, Dilibas harga-harga Disepele didiamkan... Menyulut amarah Diorasikan, Asap ban mengepul hitam, Dobrak gerbang sepenuh benci, Perang lemparan batu Landakan semprotan... Libasan menghalau Medanpun berpindah ke jalanan, Munuja saling menyakiti ” Apakah reformasi lahirkan tirani lagi ?” Bung. kutanya kau !!! Nyala kebencian menyambar, Obor pembakaran, disulut di tepi jalan Kobaran kembali ? Bung, Alangkah naif, betapa daifnya Siapkah menyambut, limpahan amarah mengepung istana ? Juli 26/6/2008

*) Mahasiswa Universitas Nasional

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II Rice pan which is threatened Beaten by prices Being isolated in humiliation…… Ignited rage Put in oration The black smoke Broke open the gate in full hatred War of stone throwing Brought in splashes Hits hauled War moved to streets Toward hurting each others “Does reform give birth to another tyranny?” Guys, I ask you!!!!! The flame of hatred snatched The torch of burning was set on the side of street Would it be another city fire? Guys, How naïve, how powerless Are you ready to welcome abundant anger Surrounding the palace?

June 26, 2008

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RINTIHAN PERTIWI Untuk

: Sabam Siagian

I. Batara Yang Mulia Raja “Bagaimana terjadi dunia, apa guna kehidupan ?”, keluh Damar Wulan *) di abad silam Negeri telah merdeka ditahun 1945 Waktu sangat tidak kreatif, bila saja masih bertanya, ”Apa Indonesia bagi kita ?” II Indonesia, nusantara para petani, pupuk di spekulasi, impor beras dikala panen, irigasi terserah musim, rawan di kemarau, Lingkaran setan...., Nasi aking menu baru Butuh ketidak jujuran pertahankan rezim korup Ekonomi, politik, hukum, tanpa etika... Nyanyian pujian tetap dikumandangkan, ditengah kebodohan.

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THE MOTHERLAND BLUES

To : Sabam Siagian

I “My Lord, the King How did the earth come into being? What is good about life?” Complained Damar Wulan*) centuries ago The nation proclaimed its freedom in 1945 Time mustn‟t be creative If it still asks “What‟s in Indonesia for us?” II Indonesia…….. The archipelago for farmers Speculated fertilizers, imported rice during harvest Seasonal irrigation Hazardous dry season A vicious circle…………. The worst-quality rice is new menu Dishonesty is needed To defend the corrupt order Economics, politics, and law are without ethic…………. Hymns are still sung grandly Amidst foolishness

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Indonesia, Nusantara 230 juta nyawa, mereka nan digusur tak jelas kemana... Krek, krek, krek.... bruk, Jembatan baru ambruk, Mahakam mengalir tenang, bayi Alisia mengapung di permukaannya Belum ketemu ? Nantikan di delta kuala, Semoga... Semua bela diri, tak pihak terganggu tidurnya... Indonesia, nusantara diobral, sedari energi, hingga ”Honoris Causa” Keagungan sekolah kupernah bangga jadi mahasiswanya. Tiran, cukong, koruptor, demi duit… pun layak dihormati Bung Hatta, Prof. Djoko Soetono **) gelisah berat dipusaranya.. Gunung jadi kolong, dipantak sebuasnya… Rakyat manut, nrimo, melarat di sekitarnya.

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Indonesia……. The country with 230 million lives They who are hauled Are gone with the wind……. Crack, crack, crack…..bum! A new bridge fell down Mahakam was flowing calmly Baby Alisia was floating on its surface Not yet found? Wait at river mouth Hopefully………. All defend themselves No one is disturbed in his sleep……. Indonesia……. A country on sale From energy to “honoris causa” The grandeur of school I was proud of being its part Tyrants, capitalists, corruptors For money……………. Are worth respected Mr. Hatta, Professor Djoko Sutono**) Are restless in their grave yard Mountain becomes underground Is nailed ferociously…… People are obediently submissive Living in poverty around it

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III Batara Yang Mulia Raja, ” Pertiwi meradang, apa ada gunannya ?” Jakarta, 01 Desember 2011

*) Ksatria nan terbunuh menyelamatkan kehancuran Majapahit **) Pendiri, Mantan Rektor UI

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III “My Lord, the King Motherland is in blues Will it make a difference?” Jakarta, 01 December 2011

* a knight assassinated in his struggle to save Majapahit Kingdom from destruction ** founders, ex-president of University of Indonesia

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PULANGLAH KERUMAH

Saudara-saudaraku, di Poso Kutulis sajak ini, sementara mataku basah Memekik meninggi Aku gundah, aku bersedih Dan aku, tidak mengerti Kuingat moyangku, penyembah berhala itu Agama, belum tiba di desa Kala kaum Padri, menyebarkan agamanya Putera tertua, diangkat Khalifah, Pengelola, hukum syariat di sana Hampir bersamaan Van Asselt, tiba pula Membawa, berita gembira Jadilah putera termuda, Pendeta Batak pertama Setiapku pulang ke Sipirok , kulampiaskan rindu Kuziarahi, Ompungku yang khalifah Pusara, Ompungku pendeta Kubersihkan, kutabur bunga Nisan mereka, kupeluk Air mataku, sama basahnya Doaku jua Hatiku bernyanyi, hatiku bahagia Aku bangga........

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GO HOME

My brothers in Poso…. I am writing this poem with wet eyes Screaming in escalation I am restless, I am sad And I do not understand I remember my ancestors who praised gods Religions had not reached the village When the Padrese spread their religion The eldest son was consecrated as a caliph The coordinator of religious law Almost at the same time There came Van Asselt * Bringing good news Made the youngest son The first Pastor of North Sumatra Every time I went back to Sipirok I satisfy my longing I visited my grandpa‟s grave-the Caliph Also the other grandpa‟s-the Pastor I cleaned them up, I spread flowers I hugged their tombstones My tears poured equally for both My prayers as well My heart sings joyfully I am proud………….

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Di balik kelambu kabut, di Cisarua Cahaya temaram, bermunculan Di perut bukit, villa bertebaran Rebah tertidur, malam larut menggigil Ompung-ompungku, bertengger, di bahu bukit Kala itu, Poso rusuh terbakar Mereka marah, mereka meradang, Mereka meledak.............. ”Pantang beda agama, memecah kita”!!! Saudara-saudaraku, di Poso Hatiku meronta, kuingin kesana Kan kurebah diri, tengkurap Kan kucium, tanah Poso Bau segarnya jangkrik, cacing, rerumputan Aroma pertiwi kita, semerbak bermunculan Pastilah kukenal. Air mataku, kan melimbahi medan Kutadah, kedua telapakku kelangit Kulantunkan doa.................... Kusampaikan salam buat semua ”Saudara-saudaraku, pulanglah kerumah !!” Tugu Cisarua, Februari 2007

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Pendeta Van Asselt dari Zending Emeloo / Holland tiba di Parau – Sorat Sipirok

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Behind the fog hanging in Cisarua Soft lights appeared Around the body of hills Villas spread about Laid asleep, the late night flutters My ancestor perched on a hill side At that time Poso was on fire in chaos They were mad, they were inflamed, They blew out “It‟s a taboo for different religions to tear us apart!!!” My brothers in Poso My heart fights for freedom to go there I will lay me down-flat I will kiss the land of Poso I will smell the fresh fragrance Of cockroach, worm, grass The sweet fragrance of our motherland I must recognize them all My tears will flood the war spot I open up my hands to the sky I chant my prayers……. I send regards for all “My brothers, Go home!!”

Tugu-Cisarua, February 2007

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Pastor Van Asselt from Zending Emeloo-Holland arrived in Parau Sorat- Sipirok North Sumatera

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LINTAS SARULLA Untuk Kahanggi : Bismar, Impun, Ripin

I Sipirok …………… Mesjid berkubah karat Bersanding menara Gereja Tua Elusan membelai pipi, Dingin memangkak tulang Dikemul lusuhnya sarung Sekujur menggigil …. Sibual-buali kepundan menggelegak Aroma belerang uapi lembah Lahan penadah hujan Sawah retak di kemarau Kelaparan….. Menuju lembah menanjak menurun, Berkelok melingkari bukit Tor Sibohi, Simago-mago Lintasan dara pergi kepasar Ile-ile, onang-onang, Ungut-ungut, rintihan derita Dilepas merantau janganlah tak pulang Sepi di tengah sawah, Burung pipit mengunyah bulir Suara tulila meratap mendayu Menatapi gerbang menunggu Perantau mudik, di lebaran nanti.

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ROAD OF SARULLA For : Brothers Bismar, Impun, Ripin

I Sipirok……….. A mosque with a rusty dome Side by side with an old church tower Soft strokes rub cheeks Cold freezes bones Covered by ragged sarong Shivering all over….. The crater of Sibual-buali boils The smell of sulfur fills up the valley Field to accommodate rain Rice field cracks in the dry season Starvation……… Towards the valley upward and downward Winding around the hills of Tor Sibohi, Simago-mago A group of young girls go to the market Ile-ile, onang-onang 1) Whines, moans of sorrow Being sent far away, don‟t forget to come back Loneliness in the rice field Sparrows chew grains Sound of small bamboo flute is lamenting, like distant thunder Staring at the gate waiting Migrants are home later on Idul Fitri 42

Kala rindu membara, Ompung Pandita kujiarahi Kubersih pusara ompung khalifah Seluruh haru kulepas Kepeluk nisan, hatiku bangga. “Apa berobah selama ini ?” Aku terdiam, terperangah, Masihlah irigasi diatur musim, Paceklik tak terperikan Desa ditinggal merantau Sipirok, sejarah tercecer, Bukit terjal, hamparan semilir angin, Hunian kuyu di lumut ijuk Padamu …. Rindu terkebat, meledak diri. II. Pintasan Sarulla terputus, Kutuju Tarutung, lintasi Sibolga Jalan batu ratusan liku menunggu Bonan Dolok menanjak, kutatap teluk Gugus Pulau melingkar Mursala, Poncan, Setungkus, Benteng ganasnya Samudra Hindia Rindu nan tak terpuaskan kupasung Dibasah gerimis, Kusapa Silindung, Di senja itu

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When longing burns, I visit the grave my Grandpa-the Priest I clean up the cemetery of my grandpa-the Caliph All the emotional feelings, I let go I hold their tombstones, my heart is proud “What‟s changed so far?” I‟m quiet in awe Irrigations is still regulated by seasons Drought is unbearable The villages is left for cities Sipirok, the history in pieces The rocky hill, the landscape of breeze Dull huts with the mass of palm fiber To you….. Longing is tied, blows itself II Sarulla road was cut off I went to Tarutung through Sibolga Rocky road with hundreds of bends was waiting Bonan Dolok ascends, I stared at the gulf Strains of islands cycled around Mursala, Poncan, Setungkus Forts for the cunning Hindia Ocean I tied the unsatisfied longing In the wet of drizzle I greeted Silindung At that twilight

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Cemara lurus berbaris Menara Gereja dibalut kabut, Salib Isa di puncak bukit, Kelap kelip Lampu hunian Tarutung, di lembah Silindung, Gadis martumba di bawah purnama Pemuda berjaga memetik gitar Memuja Si dia, selarut malam Jangkrik senandungkan nina-bobok Membuai kantuk, lelap tertidur

III Dilongsor tebing Sarulla, Silindung – Angkola terputus, Pelintasan ini …. Meramu sendu dan pilu abad lalu, Kala moyangku terseok-seok eksodus Dari Muara Samosir terusir…

2/12/2007

* Martumba

Tulila Exodus

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Menari serta bernyanyi sama, Muda-mudi dikala purnama Di Tapanuli – Utara Suling bambu kecil Keluar mencari kehidupan

” Ompung Pandita – Ompung Kalifah ” : Perbedaan agama tidak akibatkan ikatan keluarga terputus di Sipirok

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Pine trees were straight in a long line The Church tower was covered by fog The cross of Isa was on top of the hill The twinkling of light came from houses Tarutung on the Valley of Silindung Young girls dance and sing under the full moon Young men stay awake, playing guitar Flattering the loved one the whole night Crickets sing a lullaby Cuddling drowsiness, to fall a sleep

III Around the sliding rock of Sarulla Silindung, Angkola is cut off This road………… Concocting blue and gloomy feelings from the previous century When my ancestors staggered in exodus From the upstream of Samosir were exiled December 2nd, 2007

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) Ile-ile, onang-onang = A Folk Song from Tapanuli

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SELAMAT PAGI PAPUA Untuk :

I SBY Jawaban apa kau kan beri, bila Papua miris bertanya Apa arti NKRI bagi mereka Selama kemunafikan terorganisir Merampok dari hulu ke hilir, pusat ke daerah Warga miskin terbesar, menampung hanya sisa, yang menetes.... II. Kita sudah terlalu lama, hidup miskin batiniah Enggan mendengar debaran hati, hatipun membatu Lalu apa “kesatuan” bagi kita, bila tanpa canda Demokrasi tidak melulu logika, serta bukan intuisi semata Budaya peka lenyap sudah, roh hidup mengeras, menyelesaikan ketegangan Karenanya kita harus berobah

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- Daoed Joesoef, - Harry Tjan Silalahi, - A.R. Soehoed

GOOD MORNING, PAPUA

To :

I SBY What‟s your answer? When Papua desperately asks about its role In the United Nation of Indonesia Republic As long as hypocrisy is well organized With robbery from upstream to downstream From center to regions The majority of poor people Accommodating only the remains Which are dripping II We‟ve been too long Living in mental poverty Reluctant to listen to conscience And heart is fossilized So, what‟s unity for us? Without humor Democracy is not only about logic Neither is it mere intuition The culture of sensitivity is extinct The spirit of life hardens In handling tension That‟s why we must change

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Daoed Joesoef Harry Tjan Silalahi A.R.Soehoed

III SBY dialoglah terbuka setara, walau di Puncak Jaya atau di Bukit Heram Abipura Sejujurnya, kita harus terbangun, capai kesadaran diri Resapilah puisi kehidupan, etika dan politik dalam satu wahyu Semoga Papua sejahtera nyaman, keluar dari kesengsaraan Bintang Kejora pun enggan muncul, tak layak terbit Seyogianya UP4B berumah di Papua, ditengah saudara yang mereka bina, tawa canda bersama.

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III SBY Hold open and fair dialogues Both up at Puncak Jaya And down on Heram Abepura hill Honestly, We must wake up To achieve self realization Absorb the poetry of life Ethic and politics in one revelation The convenient and wealthy Papua which is free from anguish Meanwhile shooting star is reluctant to appear Not eligibly rises Ideally, UP4B* is housed in Papua Amidst brothers they take care of Leisurely laugh together

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IV Papua, Pekik kasuarimu bangunkan Nusantara Kala fajarmu, merahkan langit timur. Angin Selatan nan dingin, mengusung gigil berkepanjangan Berbungkah beku pun mengganjal membuat nadi tidak merona Papua aku galau, Apa yang kan kucandakan, bila yang kita tuju, tak lagi sama ? Betapapun mari kita coba, rangkulan sepenuh hati Sandarlah didadaku, Kan kubisikkan : Selamat pagi, saudaraku Jakarta, 18 November 2011

*) NKRI : Negara Kesatuan Republik Indonesia UP4B : Unit Percepatan Pembangunan Papua dan Papua Barat

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IV Papua, The shouts of your cassowaries Wake the archipelago up When your dawn reddens the east sky The cold southern wind brings long harsh chills Frozen hardness is a hold up Making veins turn pale Papua, I am restless What jokes will I tell if we go our separate ways? Anyway, let‟s try To hug whole heartedly Lean against my chest I will whisper: Good morning, my brothers Jakarta, 18th November 2011

*) UP4B: Speedy development unit for Papua and West Papua

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POLITISI

Penembak gelap di kejauhan Bidik halaman kampus Benteng orde baru, di Cendana, Ditinggal menteri hulubalang “Politisi – Bunglon” berlompatan Cecunguk orde baru, penikmat reformasi berubah warna, daun kedaun, Rebutan podium, mematut diri, mencerca, mengutuk Warisan masa lalu Sewindu tiarap, Tanpa harkat, tanpa malu Bertenggo, bermunculan Menjegal paling berjasa Dosa lalu abaikan Sindrom kuasa, rangsang membara sebelum terlambat 2009 sudah dekat Harga terus membubung tak lagi peduli orde Lama , Baru , Reformasi, Laparlah, yang utama Tak tertahankan............ Dedaunan kan berguguran, Musim ranum sendiri, Sejarah, mengelukan saat itu. 13 Juni 2006

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POLITICIANS

Snipers were afar Targeted at the campus yards New order fort at Cendana Was left by Ministers “Chameleon – Politicians‟‟ jumped out Culprits of new order, the connoisseurs of reform Changed colors, from leaf to leaf Fought over stages‟ put on make-up Criticized, cursed the historical legacy Been eight years in a duck Without esteem, without shame In tango they appeared In twisting were the most vigorous Past sins, ignored them Power syndrome seduced in flame Before late 2009 was close Prices soared Without care about order Old, New, Reform Hunger was the worst Which was unbearable………. Leaves were falling The season was rife by itself History cherished that moment June 13, 2006

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DIMENSI WAKTU Untuk : Bismar Siregar

I. ”Masa cuma 11 bulan, tambah juga boleh !!!! Remaja nyolong kacamata, menantang ketidak adilan, di Pengadilan Negeri Jakarta 1962 silam Terkapar ditepi jalan, disambar bocah pulang sekolah Sandal jepit aparat ??? Pengadilan Negeri Palu 2011 lalu, deklamasikan ode, lirik pujaan, benda bulukan itu, tuntutan 7 bulan... Di Januari nan basah ini, Puting beliung meliuk, menyuruk jalanan kota, seruduk segala penghambat…..… Tak tertahankan ? Ditahanan polisi Sijunjung, Bersama adiknya, remaja tergantung... Bunuh diri ? Logika hukum pudar seketika !

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TIME DIMENSION To : Bismar Siregar

I “Why….only 11 months? I‟d gladly serve longer time!!!” A teenager stole glasses Challenging injustice At Jakarta court of first instance In the year 1962 Laying about street Snatched by a student from school Apparatus‟ sandals??? Palu Court of first instance In the year 2011 Recited literature ode Lyrics of worship For those mildewed sandals With 7 month – jail sentence…. In this wet January Whirlwind flickered Ducked through city streets Rammed into all inhibitions…. Is it unbearable? In a detention center Together with his brother A teenager hung Is it a suicide?? Logic of law faded away at once!

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II Tragedi ke tragedi... mungkinkah lenyap begitu saja ? Yang pasti, ketidak pastian itu… Butuh dimensi waktu, Menguap keudara… Hari –hari penuh alpa Makna kehidupan kabur Meraba-raba dalam kabut Bingung dimana kita… Ketamakan tanpa batas…. Kepongahan cemari udara Masa nan mencekam ini Hindari meledak ‼‼ sebaiknya jaga ‼‼ Kelak kan terpingkal.... kita mensyukurinya

Jakarta 17-02-2012

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II From tragedy to tragedy…. Can it disappear automatically? Certainly That uncertainty….. Needs the time dimension to evaporate to the sky Days are full with errors The meaning of life is blurred Probing in the fog Confused about our where about…. Greed without boundary…. Arrogance pollutes the air In this such suffocating period Avoid the explosion!!!! Better be on guard!!!! We‟ll later laugh out loud….. To be grateful about it

Jakarta, February 12, 2011

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TIRANI

I Kurobek koran pagi itu, Menyelap kesemena-menaan. Satuan polisi pamong praja. plontosi, Suharti, ibu beranak lima para joki “three in one” lainnya Rambut pun berterbangan, diendus asap knalpot kendaraan Suharti kehilangan mahkota kebanggaannya. Di Panti Sosial Kedoya. Sembilan hari dia dan Susan, gadis kecilnya, disekap. Dilepas, setelah mengurus surat jaminan. “Pelanggaran harus ditindak, demi ketertiban Ibu Kota , dimata turis calon Investor dan tamu negara” tambahnya. II. Begitu bebas, Begegas kekolong kereta Cikini Hilir mudik, sepanjang jalan kota. Mengkais, apa saja Akhirnya……. Besok beserta lima lainnya, Kembali kepinggir jalan, mengacung-acungkan tangan, Laparlah memaksa Kesempatan kerja … PMA hengkang, PMDN pailit, Investor baru menunggu, PHK bertambah, pengangguran dimana-mana

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TYRANNY I I tore off this morning‟s newspaper That, A unit of civil police Cut bald Suharti‟s head, A mother with five children Another jockey of “three –in-one area “ Hair flew in the wind Being kissed by the smoke Of vehicle‟s exhausting pipes Suharti lost her crown of dignity At Kedoya shelter For nine days, she and her daughter, Susan Was kept in custody Being released after self-bail out “Violation should be For orderly capital at tourists‟ sight, Potential investors and official guests” he added. II Once being released In a hurry toward Cikini under train Back and forth along city streets To fish any left over Eventually…. The next day with five others Went back alongside streets To widely open up their palm Hunger forced Job opportunity….. Foreign investors went out, domestic ones were bankrupt New investors were waiting, the lay off increased Jobless people are everywhere 60

Kemarau panjang, memanggang tanah, hingga retak, Demi segentong air. Harus bermil-mil, Migrasi penduduk lapar Berbondong Tidur, dimana saja, Kolong jembatan, hingga di perkuburan Fajar menyingsing Berkeliaran…….. mencari sisa-sisa Walikota berang adakan operasi “Justisi” Satuan Polisi Pamong Praja dikerahkan Layaknya mengiring ternak Kaum miskin itu, dikandangkan di Panti Kedoya Kemarau depan, mereka kan kembali III Lapar yang melilit perut, tak tertahankan Hidup susah, matipun tak murah, Martabat sudah lama punah. Untuk apa dipermasalahkan Undang-Undang atau PERDA *) pasal berapakah yang dikenakan ? Kepala sudah diplontos, Mau apa lagi ?

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Long dry season grilled the ground to crack Just for a barrel of water, should go for miles Migration of hungry people was very long Slept anywhere, from bridge‟s tunnel to graveyard At the break of down, wandering To find left over The major was upset Conducted “Justisi” operation A unit of civil police was sent As if “hushed” herd Those poor people were put in cage at Kedoya Shelter The following dry season, they‟d come back III Severe starvation was unbearable Life was difficult, while death was expensive Dignity had been long gone Why made the fuss of Constitutions and regional regulations Which chapter would be used to charge When head had been shaved bald What else mattered?

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Tiap kali Presiden diangkat, Erosi kepercayaan, Lama terjadi. Kemiskinan menggagahi negeri Entah sampai kapan. 2006

Satpol : Satuan Polisi Perda : Peraturan Daerah

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Every time a president was take the oaths There was slide of trust happening Poverty ruled over the land No idea of its ending

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SEMRAWUT

I Kesemrawutan ini meruah ke jalanan sirine pejabat, menyenggak paksa Macet total, terkuak seketika “ Ayo minggir, paduka kan melintas “ ! Wajah kuyu, nyesaki bis kota, hirau kapan tiba di rumah Polusi melantak paru senyum sabit dibalutnya Tebaran bintang kabur berkelip. Sendu, merebak di balik temaram Apa yang kita tuju sebetulnya, Struktur terkotak…. “ Jangan usik pasukanku ! “ “ Lalu siapa mengawal rakyat ? “ Ternyata reformasi, Hanya pergantian penguasa Gelandangan tak tercacah berpindah , kala paceklik tiba, tak terdaftar BLT, Pulas di atas lipatan kardus kopi jagung di kala pagi, depan RSCM Nonton pasien stroke dibopong tertatih

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CHAOTIC

I This chaos overflowed the streets Officer‟s sirens forcefully ordered around Bad traffic suddenly opened up “Make way, your excellency is passing!” Tired faces cramped city busses Wondered about when to arrive Pollution bothered lungs Crescent smiles in its fold The spread of stars escaped in blinks Gloom broke through dimness Where will we actually go? Structures are in blocks “Don‟t disturb my troops!” “So who will guard the civilians” Reform turns out to be just the change of authority Bumps were not listed Moving out when drought came Not listed for BLT*), Slept soundly on folded card boards Corn coffee in the morning in front of RSCM Watching stroke patients Held up limply

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Melebihi indikator ekonomi, warga dambakan sejahtera, canda ria dibalai desa, Kidung puja menembus keheningan lazuardi langit di bawah talam purnama hanya sesederhana itu. II Di era reformasi ini, Demo masih turun ke jalan, Berarak di selingi perang batu Kalaulah waktu dan dana berlimpah Tak perlu demo, tak perlu susah Pengamat paparkan usulan Anggota DPR saling meneriaki, Partaipun tak ketinggalan, Pemerintah jalan terus. Selamatkan APBN, naikkan BBM Deritanya, berkelimpungan… Bisakah negeri tanpa APBN ? Di tahun 1945 hanya ada tekad. Kita yakin merdeka, Mungkinkah kembali ketahun itu ? Lolongan pendemo, tuntut janji nan tercecer. Resesi melantak berulang, dunia tak jua kiamat. Hentikan pertengkaran, angka yang tak bernyawa……

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More than economic indicator People are longing for prosperity Telling jokes at public hall Hymns Go through silence of azure at the sky Under the full moon - as simple as that II In this reform era Rallies still go down the streets A big mass is among stone war If time and fund are abundant No need to rally, no need to be sad Observers explain ideas Members of people‟s representatives yell at each other Parties are no better Government keep going to save national budget and fuel supply The hardship escalates….. Can the country be without budget? In 1945, there‟s only determination We‟re sure to be independent Will we go back to that year? The wails of protesters demanded forgotten promises Recession smashed repeatedly End of world is still unseen Stop dispute, numbers without lives…

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Redam demo, labrak kampus Ku kutuk bersimbahnya darah, Reformasi telah kah melahirkan tirani pula ? Pendulum sejarah berulang, ungkit dendam tahun lalu Diusiaku setua ini, berkali penguasa ingkar janji, hakikat penuh keserakahan Selama suara, dijual-beli. Kapan negeri kan berubah ? Litak aku sudah....

Mei 2008

BLT

: Bantuan Langsung Tunai

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Muffle rallies scold campus I curse the shed of blood Has reform given birth to tyranny? Historical pendulum repeated To remind revenges last year In my old age, Many times authority broke promises The truth is full of greed As long as votes are on sale When will the country change? I‟m weary…………………… May 2008

*) BLT: Cash Aids

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IBRAHIM DATUK TAN MALAKA

I Dia nan tersungkur di Selopanggung, revolusi mengeksekusi putera sendiri, 21 Februari 1949, hari itu, komet penyediri tak lagi beredar, pelarian panjang pun terhenti. Bukan tidak untuk apa-apa, tak pula sia-sia Bidang berbatas garis, bertitik akhir dimana ? Kan terhentikah bersama punah ? Alangkah rahasianya waktu. Tapi pasti . Cililitan ke Bayah, pasir putih Banten selatan, Razia ke penggeledahan. ” Madilog ” naskah muram, di kepit kemana pergi, pustaka berceceran dipelarian Beta Ilyas Hussein, Ku urus makan, sakit mati, ribuan romusha dan rakyat Bayah. Menyamar, pekerja tambang arang, ku antar mudik, romusha Jawa Tengah

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IBRAHIM DATUK TAN MALAKA I He who fell flat in Selopanggung Revolution executed his own son That day, 21st February 1949 Aloof comet was no more around Long period of escape come to and end Not for nothing Not useless Surface bordered by lines Where do the reach their ends? Will they stop with extinction? How secret time is But so sure Cililitan to Bayah White sand of South Banten Buser to investigation “ Madilog ” is a gloomy script Put is armpits to anywhere Literature was scattered around I‟m Ilyas Husein I take care of food, sickness, death Thousands of Romusha and People of Bayah Undercover to be charcoal miner I brought home Romusha worker from Central Java

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Menunggu musim, kusabarkan diriku, beta terlatih untuk itu. Madilog terbit. Didesak pemuda .... Tersendat dan berlari, lupa, berapa rantau disinggahi. Arah angin berkali berubah. Membaca alam, ...... Ilmu dan seni bangkit terangsang. Menggalak dalam ketakjuban. Perasaan ke mahaan semua ini. Kala ilmu berhenti ditujuan, kagum merambah terus, menyuruki relung gaib, indahnya kesempurnaan, Kosmis tak piawai menjelaskan Kepencerahan ... Kekerdilan diri Bahasa matematika, tak menjawab relatif dimensi Hukum alam nan akurat, mengatur lempeng bergeser, bertabrakan Tsunami menyapu wawasan Ternyata ” Ahimsa , Satiagraha ” Gandhi, melepas belenggu atas India. Sekandung nan dipisah, ribuan kafilah karavan, Tergusur di perut benua nan sama. Jutaan terkubur. Dialektis tanpa sintesis. 73

Waiting for the season I calm myself down I practice for that Madilog was published Being forced by the youth….. Jerkily run, Forget how many transit places to be visited Wind direction change many times To read the nature….. Knowledge and arts wake up passionately Being The feeling of divinity When knowledge stops at its destination Amazement spreads broader To go through magical tunnels The beauty of perfectness Universe can‟t explain well Enlightenment, humiliation Mathemathics language Doesn‟t answer the dimension of relativity The accurate law of nature Arranges flats to shift and collide Tsunami sweeps ground It turns out that “Ahimsa, Satiagraha” Gandhi Release the cuff around India Siblings who are separated Thousands of caravan nomads Where hauled into the same belly of continent Millions are buried Dialectic without synthetic 74

Agama melepas penghambaan ego, Metodologi ilmu, menyingkap motif dibalik kreasi Galaxy di penuhi planet, Kosmis berkomunikasi, Ikut irama menari bersama Komet pengembara pudar sendiri, Hukum-Nya pasti, Membentur diri dikerelatipan India nan diselimuti mistik, Ahimsa damai ... Nuklir diperisainya, Merajai ” IT ” dunia, Swadesi Gandhi, memintal teknologi Bung, Bila kau bangkit kan silau melihatnya ” M.I.T 1) tak ngomong Inggris, tapi matematik ” Lantang mencoreng, Dinding Subway Harvard-Boston Indialah paling mengamalkannya Lembah Silicon kehilangan, Sepulang mereka ke Bangalore Ganesha berdialektika disana ? Kucing mana saja, lupakan warna, selama andal menangkap tikus Negeri milliaran manusia itu, Adikuasa baru dunia, cadangan devisa nan melimpah. Marxis kapitalis

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Religion releases slavery of the ego Knowledge methodology disclose the motive behind creation Galaxy is full with planets Universe communicates While dancing together to the rhythm The wandering comet faded away His law is certain Self-colliding in relativity India which is cover by mystic Ahimsa is peaceful… Nuclear is its shield To rule over the world of IT Gandhi‟s Swadesi woven technology Guys, When you get up, be dazzled M.I.T 1) doesn‟t speak English, but mathematics Bravely messed up Walls of subway Harvard-Boston India is the best to put it in action Silicon valley lost As they went back to Bangalore Did Ganesha use dialectics there? Any cats, forget their colors As long as capable of catching mice That country with millions of people The new world‟s superpower The abundance of spare income Marxist Capitalist

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Beruang merah menyeringai Siap menerkam Budapest, Robek essensi Hongaria, Tumpas kebebasan berkehendak, Terpenjara ego sendiri ... Marxis hilang bersama musim ? Bermunculan tokoh baru, Tidak fanatik, Memerangi dogma, korupsi dosa Stalin, dipaparkan depan kongres, rekening hantu dibuka Bung, bila kau bangkit Dielektika apa pula ini, Telah berobah arah angin.... ” Mein Kampf ” Hitler, Ego pemujaan ras, Memukau logika Jerman, Kamar gas bertebaran, Pongah nan melanggar titik, Dendam di dialektiskan II Produksi meningkat, permintaan bertambah, Daya beli melemah, Negeri, langka minyak goreng Memilukan, Harga energi meroket, Tidak lagi berkah kita, TDL 2 ) melonjak, LPG 3 ) menghilang, Gas di obral ke Cina Nasionalisme, kita endapkan dimana ? 77

The red bear was greening Ready to pounce on Budapest Torn of the essence of Hungary To eradicate the freedom of conduct Imprisoned by self ego….. Marxism disappeared with season? New newsmaker came up Without fanatics Fight against the dogma and corruption Stalin‟s sins were exposed in front of congress Ghost accounts were opened Guys, when will you wake up What kind of dialectic is this Which has changed the direction of wind…..? “Mein Kampf” Hitler Ego of the racial worship Fascinated the logic of German Scattered gas chambers Arrogance which when beyond border Vengeance was put in dialectic II Production soared, demand increased Buying power weakened The country was in shortage of cooking oil So pathetic The cost of energy was rocketing No more is it our blessing TDL 2) went high LPG 3) disappeared Gas was sold cheaply to China Nationalism, were do we precipitate it? 78

Hentikan BLT, 4) krisis ini berkesinambungan, ajak mereka kerja, bukan menutup lubang jalanan Mari bangun strada, bendungan raksasa. Kemana negeri kan meluncur, bila setiap mulut disuapi, segala beban dipikul ? Kala lapar membelit, janji digantung, rakyat kian kritis, terima duit, pilih lainnya. Kebosananlah musuh utama demokrasi , transparansi memudar, prasangka penuhi komunikasi, negeri kehilangan kepercayaan. Spanduk perlawanan diusung, Teriakan bersiur lemparan, Kala demokrasi diuji demo, Apa kan dirobah ? Atau untuk tidak apa – apa ? Geram anarkis, robohkan pagar percikan libasan di jalanan. Kemerdekaan meneriakkan pendapat, hukum kewalahan mengawalnya Semangat toleransi, bebaskan prasangka

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Stop BLT 4) This crisis is continuous Ask them to work Not close the street holes Let‟s build Strada The giant dam Where will the nation slide If every mouth is spoon fade, All burden are lifted ? When hunger coiled Promise is hung in the air People get more critical Accept the money, choose the other Boredom is main foe of democracy Transparency faded Communication is rife with prejudice The nation lost its credibility The banner of rebellion is lifted Shouts are covered with shoot When democracy is tasted by rallies Will it change? Or will it be useless? The angry anarchy pulled down the gate Splatters of beating on street Freedom of shouting opinions Law stumbled in guard The spirit of tolerance Release prejudice

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III Torehan nan ditinggal, suara dari alam barzhak. Agar tak lenyap, telaah ... Kisah derita tak kenal lelah, Rela hingga akhir Biarkan pergantian musim Menimang, menimbang Jutaan mereka, hidup atau mati .... Agamais, nasionalis, sosialis apapun fahamnya, terkubur di Taman Pahlawan, nan berserakan diluar.... para pencinta nan tulus, (Dilindas kemelut sejarah) Penganut perang, pengamal diplomasi Padamu semua ..... Kutafakkur .... Gerbang telah dibuka, Ayo, kawal ! Kulepas kupiah, tundukan kepala Biarlah berlinang, mata nan basah Mereka kukenang .... Juli 19 Juli 2008

Catatan kaki : TDL : LPG : MIT : BLT :

Tarif Dasar Listrik Elpiji Massachussett Institute of Technology Bantuan Langsung Tunai.

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III Scribbles which are abandoned Voice from eternity Don‟t let go, examine….. Stories of hardship, knowing no rest Sincere until the end Let the seasons changes While cradling, measuring Millions of them, life or death Religious, Nationalist, Socialist Whatever the ideology Are buried at Hero‟s Memorial Park, scattering out there.. Lovers with unconditional love (run down by problematic history) The warriors, the diplomats For all of you……….. I chant my pray…… The gate is opened Let‟s guard! I took off my cap, bowed down my head Let the eyes wet with teardrops They‟re in my memory… July 19, 2008

Notes: 1 ) M.I.T 2 ) TDL 3 ) LPG 4 ) BLT

: Massachusetts Institute of Technology : Basic electricity fare : liquid petroleum gas : direct cash aids

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BUNG PENDIDIK Mengenang St. Sjahrir

I Bung, Janganlah kau terusik Amanah konstitusi pun , belum terpenuhi Pendidikan apa , kan dicapai Kala gedung sekolah, rubuh menua, Guru terlunta. Bergantung , di ranting rapuh Politik uang , membudaya II Di masa tirani seumur hidup Demokrasi , dipasungnya Rakyat , bak bebek sawah Manggut berbaris , saling mencotok Menadah , menatap ke istana Nrimo apa adanya Terhipnotis , orasi kosong 32 tahun , dijarah Anak negeri menggelepar , diroket harga Dililit , cicilan hutang. Di bawah , kecak pinggang rentenir Pengakuan patuh , diteken Negeripun tergadai Nero , bukan hanya membakar Roma Tatanan moral pun , dibabatnya 83

MAN OF EDUCATION Think of St. Syahrir

I Guy, Don‟t you get offended The delegation of constitution hasn‟t been fulfilled What education will be obtained When school building broke down, old age Teachers are also wandering Hanging on to fragile branches Money politics becomes culture II In the period of long time tyranny Democracy is locked People are like field ducks Nodding in line, pecking at each other Holding hands, staring at the palace Being submissive Hypnotized by empty oration Thirty-two years were seized Children of the country were flattering Coiled by installments of loan in soaring price Under the akimbo of creditors Obedient is signed And the country is put in pawn Nero, not only burnt Roma But also eradicated moral structre 84

III Melalui , kedipan mata Dikebisuanmu saat akhir, berpesan Tingkatkan pendidikan Keterpurukan apapun , kan diatasi Jakarta, 31-08-2007

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III Through the blinks In your silence cautioned Develop education Any drawback, would be overcome

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SOEHARTO DALAM KENANGAN ( 1921 – 2008 )

1. Jenderal, Senyummu menyembur api, Lumpuhkan panser, membakar tangsi Ambulans merangkak duka, Kota yang dikuasai termangu Bangga meredam duka Kau lepas rindu, Nyatakan bendera tetap berkibar Dunia dijawab tekad , di subuh itu Nafas kemerdekaan nan tersisa Semua rela , semua satu Kokok ayam meneriaki pagi 2. Janur kuning di layu sore, Megah hari masih membara, Hingga besok, hingga lusa Harga diri disemat .... Sorak gembira dibebas negeri Agressi ke agressi sambut ....

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SOEHARTO IN MEMORIAL (1921-2008)

1 General, Your smile gave off fire Paralyzed armored vehicle Burned barracks Ambulance crawled sadly The city-under control-was in awe Pride muffled sorrow You satisfied your thirst of longing Claimed the flag to stay in the sky That dawn, the world was responded by determination Breath of independence remained All were sincere, all were one The crow of a rooster shouted at the dawn 2 Yellow coconut leaf in the faded afternoon The grand day was still in flame Till tomorrow and the day after Pride was honored……. Triumph in the land of freedom Welcoming one aggression to another…..

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3. Semilir angin kebebasan, Penuh harapan kutatap langit Nyamannya terbang di cerah itu Tahun berlalu memukau Kala pembangunan pudar budaya Di mana rasa, di mana adil Mengejar angka... Mulut bersimbah liur Langgar penghalang 4 Orde melahirkan tirani Tiran Nasional, Tiran Daerah Tiran Kota, Tiran Desa Lumpuh usia di pecundang... Arus selintas ulang, Menyeret generasi hanyut kelelap....... 5 Sisipkan bintang lima di pundak Semua salut .... Kuterkenang Jendral ”Medan – Area” Petengtengan di kala mundur Tanda jasa membeludak dada Keprok dan manut di satu wadah Gelanggang dibangun, bertarung sendiri

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3 The breeze of freedom Full of hope, I look up the sky How comfortable to fly in that brightness Years passed by in awe When development abandoned cultures Where were feelings, where was justice? Running after quantities….. Mouth full of saliva Crashed the inhabitants 4 Order delivered tyranny National Tyrant, Region Tyrant City Tyrant, Village Tyrant Ages paralyzed as losers…. Stream of repetitive flow Dragged generations to be sleepily carried away…… 5 Inserting five stars on shoulder All saluted… I remember general of “town‟s field” Excessively proud in crisis Badges of honor rose up and filled the chest Hand clapping and submission in one container A ring was built for his own fight

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6 Arena tak mengibar aba Keprokan membeludak riuh Semua menyeru ... Bapak pembangunan, Kuda binal , lepas bak meteor, Digembur lahan, berpancang goyah Fatamorgana, Gelembung busa, Di laut mimpi... Tahun melintas , Di lalap sia-sia.... 7 Jendral, Bapak Pembangunan Macan nan di tangkar, Memakan segala nan berbiak Pemangsa tak berbelantara Sekali dilepas tak kembali Tempat berlindung pun ditinggal Merah senjamu tak lagi membakar Negeri di keterpurukan ........................... 8 Pelanduk nan menghamba, Enggan melengking Amin , sanjungan bagi Paduka Keperkasaanmu ditekuk janji Menyulur runyam hingga nanti Memiting anak cucu kita

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6 Arena did not raise command Hand clapping burst out All shouted out…… Father of development Wild horse, ran way as a meteor Hallucination, Bubbles of foam In the sea of dreams….. Years passed by Gulped by vain 7 General, Father of development Tiger which was imprisoned Eating all alive Predator without jungle Once set free, never came back Even his shelter, he left it behind Your red twilight in no more burning Land of failure………. 8 Mouse deer in submission Reluctantly wailed Amen, praise to the lord Your divinity was bent by promises Sticking out complicatedly till later Clinch our descendants

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9 Kehidupan memiting nafas, Membludak demo di jalan kota Panjati bubungan mengencingi atapnya Tuntut pasungan dilepas... 10 Konglomerasi mengubah arah, Negeri mengapung di samudera busa Pendompleng lompat sekoci Cicunguk pengais sisa Gelombang menyulut kota Lengser bermisteri......... Bapak pembangunan, Langkah apa yang kau buka ? 11 Penungguan sepi meletihkan Elang laut arungi senja Layang mengawang... Dilepas , ditarik ... Mereka nan tak siap dilepas, Tanpamu terasa gamang Anak burung di sarang, Menciut kedinginan , saling mencotok Ragukan nanti.....

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9 Life clutched the breath Burst out was rally on city roads Climbed the ridge of home to pee the roof Demanded for the stocks to be free…. 10 Conglomeration changed direction The land was floating in the ocean of foam Illegal passengers jumped into lifeboat Cockroach as collector of waste Waves which lightened the city Mysteriously slide down……. Father of development What step do you start? 11 The long and tiring period of waiting Sea eagle flew at dust Flying in the sky…. Released and pulled….. Those not ready to be set free With out you, there were doubts Baby birds on the nest Shrink in cold, pecked at one another Being doubtful about the future

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12. Ucapkan selamat tinggal, Senjapun menua... Lenguh parau merintik Tapos Reformasi menghujat... Remang gelap melantun sepi, Hanya ada rindu, Hanya ada kenangan, Hanya ada sendu, Episode berakhir, Layar ditutup... 13 Jendral, Alat bantu berseliur selang Terengah tak sadar, raungan melolong... Apa yang kau tunggu ? Apa yang belum selesai ? Janji tertagih tinggalkan ... 14. Aum tak menggelegar lagi, Darah lah merembes Gerak bibir , tak lagi terbaca, Biduk perlahan dielus alun. Terawang masa yang tak kembali

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12 Say good-bye And the twilight got older Deep groan drizzled Tapos Reform cursed…. The dark of dust sang loneliness There‟s just longing, There‟s just memory, There‟s just melancholy The last episode, The screen is pulled down 13 General Medicals aids with twisted pipes Gasping unconsciously, wailing cry…. What do you wait? What haven‟t finished Unfulfilled promises, leave them…. 14 Roar is no longer thundering Blood which oozing out Moves of lips are no more comprehensible Boat slowly swayed Look trough time which doesn‟t return

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15 Kala pelo tak lagi melantunkan komando Pohon beringin kehabisan doa, Alat bantu terus berdecik... Dikawal berpuluh pemantau Kau di mana Jenderal ? Demo dihadang di ujung jalan, Benteng Cendana masih terjaga Lemasnya menunggu, Kapan dilepas .... 16. Selamat pagi Indonesia, Reformasi, apa yang berobah ? Pendatang gelap meniduri , keramik kuburan Cina Telah pun menua di sana Di atas langit Tapos, Gerombolan gelatik menukik lembah, Lenguh kerbau di basah sawah Surya itu, itu jua diatas sana 17 Doa melangit, hati melepas masih tak rela Pernafasan di pacu mesin, tidur dilelap obat, Burung hantu tak lagi berdekuk, Gagak hitam lah parau ... Jenderal, Negeri jauh menanti, Dielukan mereka nan merindu Lepas tali , renggangkan semua

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15 When lisp babble didn‟t shout commands anymore Banyan tree runs out of prayer Medical aids keep sounding…. Monitored by many observers Where are you general? Rally was inhibited at the end of road The fort of Cendana is still well guarded Its weakness is waiting When will be released….. 16 Good morning Indonesia Reform, what have changed? A trespasser who slept on the ceramics of Chinese cemetery Has grown old there In the sky above Tapos Flick of Java finches dived down a valley Bellow of cattle in the wet of rice field That very sun is up above 17 Prayers billowed up, hearts were still unwilling to set free Breath triggered by machine, sleep tight Owls were no more cuckoo Hoarse was sound of vulture General, A far away country was waiting Applauded by those who were longing Untied the ropes, set all loose

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18 Merintih di kesemuan Sekujur lembam, Trilliun-an tahun cahaya, Mayapada arasyi di atas sana Hanya Dia yang kuasa Diambalnya kita debu 19. Di hati yang memuja, Di hati nan dilibas dendam Kenangan , kan membangun tugumu, Biarlah sejarah bermahkamah, Di altarnya adil terbuka Jarahan pasti kembali Waktu sabar menunggu Saatnya tiba... 20. Aku hanya runduk tercenung Dendam dan duka mengelana bersama Lintasi perpisahan, ambulans, meraung Merintihi jalan kota, Diusung derita, bus tersendat macet Pengemis berbaris, Gemerincing menadah melepasmu .... Selamat jalan jendral Alangkah sia-sianya waktu ...

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18 Moaning in illusion The whole was swollen Quintillion years of light World before the throne of God up there He is the only Almighty On His carpet we‟re dust 19 In the hearts which adored In the heart whipped by revenge Memory would build your monument Let history practice its court On its altar justice is opened Plunder will surely be back Time is patient in waiting The time arrives…… 20 I‟m just facing down in silence My avenge and sorrow were on adventure Passing by separation, wailing ambulance Mourning about the city road Heavy with infliction, busses were jerky in traffic Beggars were standing in line Chiming sound let you go… Farewell General How futile time is…..

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21. Kenangan terhenti di sini Suara belantara merintih, meratap sedih .... Diredam hujatan raung, Duka sendu bersama dendam Jendral, Apa yang telah kau bangun ? Apa pula telah kau tumpas ? Garpu tala mencari nada .... 22. Maaf tercabik kenangan Erang tumpasan, Jarahan rampasan, Luka menganga libasan, Tak berjeruji, sekapan tak kembali Gaung derita ,tersobek berceceran, menganga Lintasi tahun... 23 Camar memekik langit Segeliat abad sudah... Tulus nan baru terkuak, Tak pun menyapa mimpi Sesak menyumbat relung-relung hati, Negeri dipantak rentakan harga Apakah reformasi kan melahirkan tirani ... ?

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21 Memory stops here… The voice of jungle is sadly moaning and groaning… Muffled by wails of curses Gloom and sorrow with revenge General, What have you built? What have you destroyed? Tuning fork is tuning….. 22 Sorry, torn is memory apart Groans of eradication Plunder of loot Open wounds of whips Without iron bars, prisoner weren‟t back The echo of infliction was openly torn and shattered Trough the lapse of year…. 23 Seagulls screamed to the sky It‟s been a wriggle of century Sincerity which was just uncovered Didn‟t greet dreams Oppressiveness corks the depths of heart The country was nailed by stamping of prices Will reform give birth to tyranny?

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24 Nyala yang meredup akhirnya padam, Asap kelabu mengangkasa Perjalanan panjang ini , dilapor kesana, Bara dendam , marah serta dukacita, Membelah kenangan terpecah Air mata dan spanduk dosa Berkecamuk bersama Jendral, Panggilan apa , kau ingin disapa ?

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24 The dim flame was gone at last The grey smoke billowed up The long journey is reported up there Embers of revenge, madness and sorrow Split the memory to pieces Tears and banners of sins rumble General, How should we address you?

January 27th, 2008

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MUNIR THALIB Untuk : Usman Hamid I

Mual, keringat dingin, muntah-muntah, akhirnya semaput Hanya sesederhana itu, prosesnya Tidak perlu susah-susah, mengerahkan pasukan khusus, Mengokang senjata, menembakinya Garuda melaju ke tujuan, mayat dingin membujur, Diambil sample, diteliti, diperiksa, Arsenic diatas ambang batas, memenuhi rongga lambungnya. Hidangan istimewa apa gerangan ? Disajikan Pramugari-pramugara GARUDA Murah senyum, ramah itu ? Siapa-siapa pula, telah berkonspirasi, Tega-teganya mengarsenik hidangan. Kepolisian membentuk Tim Polycarpus mulai menjalani hukuman Tapi segera akan dilepas, Terbukti tidak bersalah. Rakyat bingung, bertanya siapa aktornya ? DPR dan Pemeritah yang semulanya menggebu-gebu, sudah lama lesu. Rakyat sudah capek Sepulang antrian minyak seharian. Suciwati, janda Munir yang malang, Memaparkan kekecewaanya kemana saja Simpati berdatangan, Demi terungkapnya, kebiadaban itu. 105

MUNIR THALIB For : Usman Hamid

I Upset stomach, cold sweat, vomit Finally passed out It‟s that simple of the process No complexity To send special armed forces To set the weapon, to shoot GARUDA raced to its destination A cold corpse was lying in cold Arsenic which was over the limit Fulfilled his gastric tunnel What was the specialty? Served by flight attendants of GARUDA Who were full of smile and warm Who have conducted conspiracy With the heart to put arsenic in food Police formed a team Polycarpus went through punishment But will be set free soon Proven unguilty People were confused, asking about the actor People representatives and government Who were full of spirit before Have been powerless People have been tired After queuing for fuel the whole day Suciwati, the poor widow of Munir‟s Expressed her disappointment to everywhere Sympathy came For the disclosure of the uncivilized conduct 106

POLRI merasa diremehkan, Mengeluarkan pernyataan “Keamanan tanggung jawab POLRI sepenuhnya” Tim lama dibubar, Tim baru, lebih besar, Dijanjikan lebih transparan SBY sebelumnya, Nada tinggi kesal, menginstruksikan, agar diungkap siapa dalang utamanya. II. Mengapa pemberani ganteng berkumis, nan selalu dimuka, Memperjuangkan keadilan HAM Sabang hingga Merauke, bertahun-tahun, tidak henti-hentinya, Tanpa berontak, tanpa senjata, Harus dihabisi sekeji itu ? Apa yang salah di negeri ini ? Kenapa berang semembara itu ? Rahasia apa yang mereka lindungi, serta untuk siapa ? Aib apa, yang takut terbuka ? Kehormatan apa telah tersinggung ? Mungkin kepongahan dan kesombongan, dari penguasa saja. Gampang menghardik, bila dikritik. Menyekap, mengintrogasi, bila perlu menyulut api, dan seterusnya, dan seterusnya. Malu aku membeberkannya Lebih baik kita hentikan disini, Kian aku jelaskan, semakin tak jelas jua akhirnya. 107

National Police felt underestimated Released statement “Safety is fully Police‟s responsibility” The first team was dismissed The new team was bigger With a promise to be transparent SBY previously with upset high pitch Instructed to disclosure of it mastermind II Why the bold, handsome with moustache Who was always in the front To fight for justice of human rights From Sabang to Merauke Years, non stop Without rebellion, without weapon Had to be put to an end sadistically? What‟s wrong with this country? Why rage got that fierce full? What secret did they cover, for whom? What sinful embarrassment which wasn‟t supposed to let go? What dignity was hurt? It might be just pride and arrogance from authority Easily scolded while being criticized Arrest, interrogate When necessary, set fire And so on et cetera Ashamed am I to expose it Let‟s just stop it here The more I explain The more it‟s not clear into the end

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III. Telah korban suami Suciwati, Anak-anaknyapun, kehilangan Abah mereka. Pantai keadilan, masih jauh belum kelihatan. Munir, Diracun, diperut GARUDA milik Pemerintah, belum ada tertuduh apalagi terhukum di penjara. Semua masih kabur, tak jelas jua. Aktivis yang diculik, ada yang tak kembali, Belum lagi mereka yang dilibas. Tak tentu penyelesaiannya. Pembakar-penjarah peristiwa Mei, Pembunuh, pemerkosa masih petengtengan, berkeliaran bak selebriti HAM Semanggi I, II Trisakti, peristiwa Mei Belum terjamah keadilan Maling ayam masuk penjara Penjarah hutan, perusak ekologi, masih beroperasi. TKI pulang dalam keranda, Banyak diperkosa, diperkuli tanpa gaji,

Para pejuang HAM, Dikucilkan, di kerangkeng, dicurigai. Lalu, siapa lagi berani, Meneriakkan, menjeritkan, memprotes Ketidakadilan yang berkelanjutan ini, Haruskah kita mengadu keluar negeri ? 2006

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III The sacrifice is Suciwati‟s husband Their children have also lost their father The peaceful coast is still far, out of sight Munir, Being poisoned inside GARUDA, the government property There has no accused one yet, let alone the prisoner All are still buried, no clarity The kidnapped activists, some didn‟t come back Not to mention those who were beaten Without clear solution Fire starters, plunders of May tragedy Murderers, rapists were still walking proudly Cruising around like celebrities Human Rights of Semanggi II, Trisakti, May happening Were not yet touched by justice The thief of chicken into jail Forest plunders, ecology destroyers Still fully operate Migrant workers went home in coffins Many were raped, labored without pray The warriors of Human Rights Are isolated, jailed, and suspected Then, who else are brave To yell, shout, protest Injustice which continues Must we complain to other nations? 2006

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ALAS TLOGO, PASURUAN DI HARI WAISAK

Bendera setengah tiang Tanda berkabung, Dipancang, sepanjang jalan Menuju pemakaman Depan rumah di desa, Merah putih, digerek setengah, Isak tangis histeris, Raungan keluarga Nan diterjang peluru marinir, Rabu lalu. Warga memblokade, Probolinggo Pasuruan Kendaraan terjebak Pelampiasan emosi, di hari Waisak 2551 Tragedi 65, Tanjung Priok, Talang sari Semanggi, Trisakti Rentetan, pelanggaran HAM Semakin panjang, belum tuntas Berondongi warga Dengan bedil sendiri, Alangkah kejinya

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ALAS TLOGO, PASURUAN ON WESAK

Half pole of flags As the sign of mourning Were set up along the street Toward cemetery In front of a village house Red and white was raised half-poled Hysterical sobs Family moans For the victim of shooting last Wednesday Civilians blockaded Probolinggo-Pasuruan Vehicles were trapped By haphazard emotions on Wesak 2551 Tragedy of 65, Tanjung Priok, Talang Sari Semanggi, Trisakti A series of human rights violation Gets longer without solutions Bombards the civilians with weapon How sadistic

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Ego kepongahan, Belum berobah, Kebrutalan, diumbar kembali Reformasi tak terjadi, Negeri terpuruk ….. Kehilangan sabar, kehilangan mesra Kehilangan rukun, kehilangan kasih Alas Tlogo di Waisak suci, Ajaran Sidharta Gautama dinodai

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The ego of pride Hasn‟t changed Brutalism is displayed again Reform doesn‟t happen The country is sinking….. Loss its patience, passion Fellowship, love Alas Tlogo on holy Wesak The teaching of Sidharta was stained June 2nd, 2007

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KEMANA TEMPAT MENGADU

Untuk : B.J. Habibie

I. Rombongan motor, sekuter dan pick up tua lintasi kebun teh di Puncak. Bandung - Jakarta pulang pergi ,tidak jadi masalah. Deru mesin riuh membahana tak bisa mengimbangi hati yang memanas. Bertahun berdemo Kedepan DPR, kedepan Istana, Bawa keluarga, curahkan jeritan Derita PHK …… Dicegat ketika dekati pagar Di sengat teriknya mentari, diguyur hujan, Kembali……… keperkemahan di Ragunan, Kebun Binatang. Kehabisan tenaga , , Laksana Napoleon di badai salju, terpuruk mundur dari Rusia, Teratur mereka kembali kerumah

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WHERE TO COMPLAIN

For : B.J. Habibie

I A large mass of motorcycles And old pick-up trucks passed Puncak tea plantation Bandung-Jakarta, back and forth, no problem The noise of machine was deafening Couldn‟t cover burning hearts Years of rally In front of People‟s Representative and the palace Bringing family, pouring out scream The anguish of lay off…. Being stopped at the gate entrance Being burned by sun beat, blasted by rain Coming back………… To the camping sure at Rangunan Zoo Running out of power…. Like Napoleon in Blizzard Beaten down by Russia Back home were they ,in silence

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II. Tinggallah kampung, tinggallah bunda, Tinggallah Priangan jelita. Bertahun tukang… terlatih berpengalaman. Hijrah ke negeri yang membuka pintu Lebar untuk mereka. Alangkah tragisnya, negeri yang mengalami resesi berkepanjangan ini, mengutamakan para politisi, pejabat, penguasa serta parasit lainnya Kepalaku pening, perutku mual, Kala kupikirkan hal itu. Mau mengadu kemana ? Haruskah aku yang setua ini berdiri membawa spanduk didepan Gedung DPR atau ISTANA ? Petugas akan mengawasiku sebatang rokok bertengger dibibirnya Kutulis puisi ini Muntahkan rasa mualku. Mohon dibaca.

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II Left behind was the village, the mother The beauty of Priangan Years of being a construction worker….. The experienced expert Migrated to a country which opened its door Widely form them How tragic a country which experiences recession Without ending like this Puts priority on politicians, officers, Authority and other parasites My head is dizzy, my stomach upset When I think of all those things Where to complain? Should I in this old age, lift up a banner In front of The House of Representative or Palace Some officers will watch for me A cigarette is in their mouth I wrote this poem to throw out my upset stomach Please read it! 2006

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SATU HARI DI BULAN JANUARI

Untuk : Hariman Siregar Syahrir

Ketika kalian, dibundaran HI Aku di Gorontalo, bersama isteri Ketika kalian demo Aku, demo menanam padi Kalian, mau copot mandatku Apa salahku ? Apa pula masalahmu ? Aku, harus hati-hati, Lambat sedikit Sabarlah………… Kita ketemu, di pemilu nanti

Jakarta, 15/01-2007

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ONE DAY IN JANUARY To :

Hariman Siregar Syahrir

When you‟re at HI traffic circle I was in Gorontalo with my wife When you rallied I demonstrated rice planting You‟ll slide me down my position What did I do wrong? What was your problem? I have to be careful Slow down a bit Be patient………. We‟ll meet in the next election

Jakarta, January 15, 2007

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DI TELAPAK KAKI TUGU PROKLAMATOR

Sidoarjo,hatiku miris

Terlunta, terlalu lama Gelisah tak tertahankan, menunggu Suara parau, menyumpah Mutungpun membara Terlantar Semburan, tak henti Membenam desa, kedasar kubangan Warga Jenggala itu Dihalangi, bertemu bapak di ibukota mereka membangkang Di telapak kaki tugu, mereka berbaring Depan istana, kawat duri melingkar, Pengawal bersenjata Taklah ada gaba-gaba, Menyambut tamu dari jauh Merah putih, melambai dihalaman Ribuan nyawa melayang, November 45 di Surabaya ,

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AT THE FEET OF PROCLAIMERS’ STATUE

Sidoarjo, my heart is hurt

Being abandoned for too long Unbearably restless in waiting Voice hoarse, cursed The burnt was inflame Deserted The splashes were non-stop Buries the village to the bottom of mud hole The people of Jenggala Were blocked in meeting the leader in the capital city They rebelled At the feet of the statue, They lied down In front of the palace, barbed wire coiled around Guards with weapon Decorations were out of questions To welcome far away guests Red and white swayed in the yard Thousands of live flew away November ‟45 in Surabaya

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Rindu, ingin ketemu Bapak negara pilihan mereka, di Pemilu lalu Tak diterima, tak diopeni Pengungsi lugu itu, kecewa Nyala bara dimata, mereka marah Mereka tatap istana , dari seberang jalan, Orasi, hingga parau, Hak ditindas, tak dihormati Sosial ekonomi, terlunta, Tinggal hak, 2009 nanti 21 April 2007

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Yearning, to meet The nation‟s father of their choice in the previous election Those naïve refugees were down The flaming burnt in their eyes They‟re mad They started the palace, from across to street Oration until hoarse voice Rights were oppressed Social and economy are not guarded Only a remaining right for the next 2009 21st April 2007

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ODE BUAT BUNG HATTA ( 1902 – 1980 ) I Betapa indahnya, kau sudahi komposisi itu, Maret, 27 tahun lalu, Alangkah galaunya Tersentak kepergianmu Sadar, negeri masih terlantar Butuhkan kau. Aur Tanjungkan, diawal harimu Teriakan di alun azan 1) Sorotan tertancap pasti Rentak terjangan, rentangan tangan Berabad Bunda Kandung diperas, diperbudak. Waktu persis terukur Hargai.......................... Perjalanan jauh, kegerbang. Sendu, tak berkesudahan Meraung kemana pergi Perisai diri, setebal iman, setinggi ilmu Pengabdian, harga diri Tekad, keberanian Keadilan dikibarkan Pantang menyerah, tanpa kompromi “Indonesia merdeka !!! , hanya itu. Penjara ke penjara, pembuangan kepembuangan Penjajah berganti, jaman berubah, Isolasi ke isolasi Belanda, Digul, Banda Neira, Sukabumi. 125

AN ODE FOR MR.HATTA (1902 – 1980) I How beautifully you completed the composition In March, 27 years ago How restless Shocked at your departure Realized that nation which was still abandoned Needed you Aur Tanjungkan was your first days The shout in the rhythm of azan 1) Gleam was surely implanted Stamping of kicking feet, the stretching of arms For centuries The exploration of mother by blood, the slavery Time was exactly measured Respect……………… The long journey to the gate Gloomy without ending Groaning in anyplace Shelf shield of the tick faith and the high intelligence Service, dignity Determination, bravely Justice was put up high No surrender, without compromise “Independent Indonesia”, that‟s all From jail to jail, from exile to exile Colonialists took turns, the era changed From isolation to isolation The Netherlands, Digul, Banda Neira, Sukabumi 126

II. Bahtera kemerdekaan, Berkali diterpa badai. Konstitusi dilanggar, DPR dibubarkan MPR-GR nobatkan Sukarno, presiden seumur hidup, Nasakom dipaksakan, Masyumi – PSI, dibubar Tak tertahankan, Dwi-Tunggal itu pecah Masa revolusi, tinggal kenangan Demokrasi, ditindas Daerah resah, dewan-dewan terbentuk PRRI diproklamirkan Perang saudara tak terhindarkan III Dicurigai, dikucilkan Hari di jadwal waktu Seperti di Digul, Banda Neira Membaca, merenung, menulis, Dunia, masih merindukannya Bapak bangsa itu, dikerangkeng Dimakan usia, Tirani, nabrak konstitusi, Ibu Pertiwi berdarah Digembalakannya, bak bebek sawah Berbaris, saling mencotok, menunggu aba-aba Di Wisma Yosho Tak diacuh penjaga Didiamkan, diisolasi6 Keropos , mati sendiri 127

II The ship of freedom For many times was hit by a storm Constitution was violated, People‟s Representatives was dismissed People‟s Assembly made Soekarno A life-time President Communist Organization was forced to exist Masyumi - PSI were dissolved Unbearable That Two-in-One broke up The era of revolution was only memory Democracy was suppressed At the spot of anxiety, boards were formed PRRI was proclaimed Civil war was unavoidable III Suspected, deserted Days were scheduled in tight time Like in Digul, Banda Neira Read, reflected, wrote The world still misses him That father of nations was locked Consumed by time Tyranny collided with constitution The motherland was bleeding Under it as the shepherd, like field ducks Which walked in line, pecked at each other, Waited for commands At Yoso Guest House Was neglected by the guards Was deserted, isolated Was porous and died by himself 128

Enam decade , Masyarakat madani , belum muncul Presiden berkali , berganti Depan TV , tak ada yang salah, Semua terkendali, Wacana, segera akan terlaksana Smack down , dilarang diperagakan Praja-Senior menendang Juniornya muntah darah, semamput Naga-Bonar pencopet jendral revolusi itu, Meradang dipanggung Apa kata dunia !!! , teriaknya Bung, Kepergianmu, Pak Dirman, Walter Mangunsidi, Slamet Riyadi Cornel Simanjuntak Beribu dalam kenangan Panen kepemimpinan, belum terjadi. Angin demokrasi sepoi Dikawal, dwi fungsi tentara Teknokrat ekonomi, Berumah di Surapati Orientasi pembangunan lima tahun pertama Sandang pangan target utama Tahun-tahun selanjutnya,. Surapati, diatur Cendana Konglomerat baru, bermunculan, menggurita, mendunia Desa-desa terpencil, Basis gerilya di masa susah Tertinggal, irigasi diatur langit Petani, nelayan terlupakan 129

Six decades Prosperous society hadn‟t appeared President changed many times On TV, nothing was wrong All were under control Plans were soon to be realized Smack down was forbidden on display Senior Jurisdiction kicked His juniors vomited blood and fainted Naga Bonar, the snatcher and revolutionary general Was outraged on stage What will the world say!!!, he shouted Man, Your departure Mr. Dirman, Walter Mongonsidi, Slamet Riyadi Cornel Simanjuntak Thousands in memory The harvest of leadership has not yet happened The wind of democracy was breezy Guarded by two-functioned army The intellectual economiest Resided in Surapati Orientation of the first five-year development Clothes and food as the main target The following years…………. Surapati was managed by Cendana New conglomerates appeared like an octopus to the world Remote villages, the basis of past guerilla Were lag behind, irrigation was controlled by sky Farmers, fisherman were forgotten 130

Negeri menjadi macan. Kecepatan suara dilewati, dikeproki dunia, Proyek mercu-suar bermunculan, pertanian terlantar Melompat, jadi produsen pesawat. Kala resessi ekonomi, macan tersangkut, diatas pohon Melongsor perut terburai, Busa-busa ekonomi, bermunculan Tanpa dengkul, tanpa pondasi Mercu-suar, terkapar di landasan, Uang rakyat, menguap kelangit Maestro cuci tangan, tiarap di seberang benua PHK mewabah Ekonomi di tangan tengkulak Dimulut desa, ojek berjubel, antri menunggu, Tehnokrat ekonomi, abaikan Bung Hatta, Penyimpangan konstitusi, Tak digubris, Berbudaya dia mundur Penyimpangan semakin jauh Obor demokrasi dipaksa padam, autokrasi muncul Dialah , demokrat sejati Politik demi amanah, bukan jabatan Konstitusi tegakkan, bukan dikhianati Falsafah, hayati, amalkan Bukan hanya indoktrinasi

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The country become a tiger The speed of voice was overcome, applauded by the world Light-house projects were mushrooming, agriculture was deserted Jumped to be the producers of airplanes During economic recession, the tiger was stuck in a tree Slid with open belly Bubbles of economy appeared Without knees, without foundation The light house lied flat on the landing People‟s money evaporated into the sky Maestros washed their hands, ducked over the ocean Lay-off became an epidemic Economy was in the hands of creditors At the threshold of villages, motorcycle taxis Were crowding, queuing for their turn Intellectual economists ignored Mr. Hatta Constitutional distortion Went unnoticed With well-manner, he resigned Distortion got further away The torch of democracy was forced to die Autocracy appeared He was the true democrat Politics was a delegated work not a profession Constitution was made effective, not betrayed Philosophy reflect on it, practice it Not just indoctrination

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IV Bung Alangkah rapinya waktu Melebihi kecepatan cahaya Selepas sholat Juma‟t Malaikat menerbangkanmu Menghadap Sang Khalik maha Rachman Digerbangnya, gaba-gaba berwarna warni Suara rebana meriah Datukmu, Syaikh Abdurrahman, Batu Hampar Pak gaek mu jua Semua yang kau cintai Berbaris, mengelukan Dalam kebahagiaan, yang abadi. V. Setiap kulintasi Tanah Kusir, Kutatap, bangunan bergonjong itu, Kubacakan, doa dari jauh, Aku tak bersimpuh, memeluk nisanmu Beritaku madati, rongga dada, Ttak dapat kubendung Biarlah kupendam sendiri, Untuk apa mengganggu tidurmu Dijalan Proklamasi, di bawah tugu Anak-anak bermain, “Pak Hatta yang sono no “ menunjuk Roh Pasal 33, belum terwujud Alangkah tragisnya 62 tahun dikaruniaiNya kemerdekaan Negeri semolek, sekaya ini. Nasi aking menu baru Rakyat miskin, bertambah 133

IV Man.. How systematic is time Faster than the light speed After Friday Pray Angels flew you away To face The Mighty God At His gate, there were colorful ornaments The sound of tambourine was triumphant Your respected man, Syaikh Abdurrahmaan, Batu Ampar And also your old man, all that you loved Stood in line to hail you In eternal happiness V Every time I went past Tanah Kusir I stared at that building with pointed roof I cited prayer from afar I don‟t kneel down to embrace your tombstone My anguish was full in the chest I can‟t block it Let me bury it myself What is it for to disturb your sleep On Proklamasi Street, under the statue Children were lying “Mr. Hatta is the one over there” pointing The spirit of article 33 is not yet put in reality How tragic…. For 62 years have been granted freedom by GOD this beautiful and rich country Has poor-quality rice as new menu

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Saluang mengimbau, tidurkan malam Genta pedati, menembus sepi Jam Gadang berdentang, ingatkan waktu Juadah, bergelimpangan di kakinya. Angku Pakih, bersenandung Bertutur, berseloka “ Elok Panghulu, rancaklah nagari !! 2) Ngarai Sianok, bermisteri Bumi bergeser, diabad silam Kepundan, jadi danau Panorama baru, di patahan tebing Marapi mengepul Alam bertanak di perutnya Di bukit di pantai Padang Malin Kundang, nyenyak membatu Di belai badai, Samudra Hindia.

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) Panggilan untuk sholat ) Pimpinan baik, negeri kan sejahtera

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Rhythm of flute is lullaby to put night to sleep Chariot‟s bell goes through silence The Big Clock chime for time Rice delicacies are scattered on its food While citing proverbs and poems “Wise Leaders, Prosperous Country!” 2) Ngarai Sianok with mystery The earth shifted in previous century A crater became a lake New scenery at the break of a rock mountain Merapi gave way its smoke Nature is cooking inside it On Padang‟s valleys and beaches Malin Kundang is tightly sleeping as stone Cradled by storm of Hidia Ocean

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) Call to prayer ) With more and more under-privileged people

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ODE BUAT CUT NYAK DIEN ( 1848 – 1908 )

I. Gunung Puyuh Sukajaya, Sumedang jalan mendaki berbatu Menyelusuri celah tebing, dikaki bukit, Di keheningan, mata air menangis Songkok kuburan, menyembul Dikerimbunan semboja, kemuning, semawang Megah , bertengger di sana. Harum melati, aroma setanggi Kicau burung, memuja hari Berdesak sinar, di celah rimbun Bergegas, mencium pagi Mensakralkan Pratiwi Bunda Cut, Aku datang , menjiarahimu Kubaca doa, Kau berada di haribaanNya. II. Terlunta, compang, terlantar Dalam remang, kebutaan Srikandi renta itu diusung, belantara ke belantara Tak tergoyahkan, bertahun Bergubuk dedaunan , punggung Bukit Barisan

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AN ODE FOR CUT NYAK DHIEN (1848 – 1908) I. Mount Puyuh Sukajaya Sumedang, the steep, rocky road Going through cliff fissures at the foot of hill In silence, water spring is crying The cap of the tomb protrudes Amidst frangipani are beautifully yellow woods, semawang Flocking there in grandeur The fragrance of Jasmine, the scent of incense The chirps of birds to worship the day Cramming is the light through dense trees In a hurry to kiss the morning Sanctify the motherland Cut… I come to visit your grace I chant prayer You‟re in God‟s eternity II Wandering, in a rag, in abandonment In blurred blindness That old heroine was carried on shoulders in jungles Unshaken for years In a leaf-made hut, at the back of Barisan Valley

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Semangat berkobar Tekad memancar Van Vuuren terkesima, terharu Penghormatan acara militer digelar “Jangan kau sentuh saya Kaphe !! Tangkapan itu menyumpah. Kala diamankan Tembok penjara, tak kuat membendung rindu Kunjungan, tak putus menjenguknya Gubernur Van Daalen risau, Sepatah titah seruan Bisa mengobarkan, api terpendam, Dendam kebencian Putera-puteri Tanah Rencong . Dirahasiakan, diberangkatkan Enam bulan, Uleele, Periok, Batavia Ibu Prabu dari seberang itu tiba , di Sumedang Kampung kaum, Regal Wetan Sosok renta, tak dikenal Hanya pancaran kharisma Hafal Al Qur‟an, Ulama itu, mengajar mengaji Tanpa dentuman, tanpa tenda Tokoh misteri itu, dikebumikan Dilangit diatas sana, barisan Uleebalang, Teuku Nyak Him, Teuku Umar, Kestaria Nusantara Mengelukannya, dalam sukacita.

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The spirit was in flame Determination radiated Van Vuuren 1) was touched in awe Military ritual was set “Don‟t you touch me, infidel !! That catch cursed While being arrested The walls of dungeon Was unbearable to hold the longing Visitation never stopped to drop by Governor Van Daalen was restless A world of exclamation Could lit up smolder The resentful vengeance Of children from Land of Rencong 2) Being sent away in secret Six months in Uleele, Periok, Batavia The mother of sovereign from over the sea Arrived in Sumedang Kaum village, Regal Wetan An unidentified old figure With only radiance of charisma Knew Koran by heart That religious leader tough Koran citing Without a blast, without a tend That mysterious figure was buried In the sky up there, a row of Uleebalang, Teuku Nyak Him Teuku Umar, the national knight Cheered for her in triumph

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III. Sayup kecapi, meratapi derita Tersembunyi, dibelukar perbukitan. Waktu membukakannya Sejarah tak pernah lupa Sabar menunggu saatnya Diredam bertahun Berjuta hati, tetap merindu Cut, Srikandi bangsa, Ibu Prabu kita, Tekadmu, satu ucapanmu Hingga akhir

27-4-2007

Cacatan Kaki : Van Vuuren : Komandan Regu menemukan persembunyian Cut Nyak Dhien Kaphe : Kafir

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III The soft sound of harp, moans in anguish Hidden in the bushes of hills Time opens it History never forgets Be patient to wait for the moment Being muffled for years Millions of hearts are still yearning Cut The heroine of this nation, the mother of sovereign Your determination is your one saying Until the end of time

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Foot notes: 1 ) Van Vuuren : The chief of armed force who found the hiding place of Cut Nyak Dhien 2 ) Rencong : Traditional weapon from Aceh

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ELEGI BUAT SANG RAJA

Untuk : Penyair Amir Hamzah

Manalah ku sanggup menahan isak Lintasi pusara itu Mengepul dendam rindu Gelegakkan mencirim di permukaan Celup ujung biang lala Jauh sudah tanah Silindung Memetik gitar di bawah purnama Abang lewat , adik meraung Nak mengadu , pada siapa Telah kulihat gadis menangguk Udang ditangguk di sungai Bilah Menjala senangin di Bagan Asahan Capek sudah ku mengangguk Menggelepar di atas papan Apalah lagi ada gunanya Selain meredam rindu di dada Tak pun kami percaya Bukan manusia , sebengis itu Bersarung goni di pagi buta, Disudahi algojo , bangsa sendiri Bertindih , dijejali, di satu kubur Tanpa talkin , tanpa doa Mereka berteriak , demi revolusi

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AN ELEGY FOR THE KING

For : the poet, Amir Hamzah

How could I hold the sobs While going past the tomb? Billow up of smoke did the longing vengeance Rumble was on the surface of Mencirim river Dipping the end of horizon Far and away was land of Silindung While playing the guitar under the full moon The brother passed by, the sister moaned Who to complain to? I‟ve seen a girl catching something Prawns were caught in the river of Bilah Catching the wind at Bagasan Asahan Tired was I nodding Flattering on board Is there any use any more Besides muffling yearning at heart We can‟t believe it It wasn‟t human to be that cruel With a rug-made sarong, early in the morning Executed by his country man executor Heaped and entwined in one tomb Neither with instructions for the dying Nor with prayer They screamed for a revolution

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Di remang subuh , kembang cempaka Bebas lepas, menerawang kemana Pekubuan Tanjung Pura, tempat lasak memikat balam, Tempat Bunda , melahirkan ananda, Penyair Langkat, musafir lata, Solo kota adinda Gagal di dunia , taklah mengapa Di kaki tachtaNya, di atas sana Di ambal merah kita bercinta Kesultanan Langkat, Rokan di Riau Kerajaan Melayu sambung menyambung Luluh lantak , porak poranda Basah kuyub bermandi darah Digeranyangi , diperkosa, laskar mabuk Harimau liar , kesurupan partai Mata garang , merah mengantuk Pesta liar , para jahanam Menyucuk jantung , putra bangsawan Suhadah, pujangga pejuang negeri Kebun lada , Kuala Begumit Tempat menebas rumpum melati Kala subuh, pergantian hari. Semua diam tutup mulut Mega berarak takpun ditangisi Lintasi teratak Bonda Langkat Musafir daif , undur diri Jauhi dunia , kesisi Dewa Sentosa diri , di senyap sunyi

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At the dim of dawn was tropical magnolia Free from any to see through anywhere Tanjung Pura graveyard was the place For fidgety to attract turtle doves The place for mother to deliver the child Langkat poet, a poor pilgrim Solo was the city of his sweetheart Failing in the world as fine At the foot of His throne up there On the red carpet we‟d make love Langkat Sultanate, the nobleman from Riau Melayu Kingdom in a long row Was in jumbled pieces Soaking wet with blood Being groped and raped by drunk soldiers The wild tiger was occupid by a party Fierce eyes, sleepily red Wild party of the wicked Stabled the heart of the nobleman The martyr, the poet, the hero of his nation Pepper plantation, Kuala Begumit The place to cut down beds of jasmines At down, at the turn of day All quietly shut their mouth Floating clouds were not lamented Passing by sheds of Bonda Langkat A powerless traveler resigned Away from the world to the side of God Self-prosperity in tranquility

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Basilam tempat mengaji Pantai Cermin mencari kepah Taklah pengorbanan yang sia-sia Selama Tuhan di atas sana

3/11/2007

Mencirim : Sei Mencirim

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Basilam, a place for Koran-citing Cermin Beach is looking for mollusks No sacrifice in vain As long as God is up there in Heaven November 3rd, 2007

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PATUNG DI PENGHUJUNG JALAN

Untuk : Rosihan Anwar

Pak Dirman kaku, dipajang di penghujung jalan Siang malam, hormat tegap ke depan Busway, lalu lalang di bawahnya. Cucuku mengacung “ Ada patung penjaga malam ” teriaknya “ Hus, itu Pak Dirman ”, saudaranya membentak Bola matanya, membelalaki patung itu. Pak Dirman Aurora, menebar semangat Menembus, seluruh nusantara Dari usungannya, Perlawan gerilya, perang kemerdekaan, dikomandokan Terbatuk berlendir darah Tubuh ringkih itu Kedinginan dari desa ke desa, Pak Dirman, roh Perjuangan Jenderal besar, tanpa bintang, tanpa sepatu Berjas hujan lusuh Blangkon, membenami kening kepala Di patung , di penghujung jalan itu Kucari rohnya, kucari semuanya. Aku, kehilangan dia.

Februari 2007

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A STATUE AT THE END OF THE STREET

For : Rosihan Anwar

Mr. Dirman is rigid, being displayed at the end of the street Night and day, saluting straight ahead Bus way is with the crowd back and forth underneath My grandchild pointed out “A statue of a night watch” came the out loud shout “Hush, it‟s Mr. Dirman” the sibling shouted Their eyeballs glared at that statue Mr. Dirman Aurora that radiates spirit Getting through all over the motherland From his stretcher Guerilla fight, was for independence was under control That fragile body Felt cold from one village to another Mr. Dirman, the fighting spirit The great general, with neither a star nor shoes With a ragged raincoat With an eye browed depth Javanese traditional cap At that statue, at the end of the street I‟m looking for his spirit, his thoroughness I‟m losing him February, 2007

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H.O.S COKROAMINOTO

Menangkal perihnya lapar lilitkan batu di perut Hati sehalus sutera Secembung lengkung langit Seluas bentangan samudra, Tulus tak mengharap Jkt, 23 – 8 - 2007

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H.O.S COKROAMINOTO

Avoiding the hurtful starvation Coiling stones around stomach A heart as soft as silk As curved as the hemispherical sky As wide as the stretch of ocean Sincere without hidden agenda Jakarta, 23rd August 2007

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AKU BERSAKSI

I Di altar khasanah sejarah Gerak, peristiwa bersaksi Takkanlah ada tersembunyi Nanti, kan terbuka sejujurnya Waktu, sabar menunggu saat itu Di usiaku setua ini , aku bersaksi. Kala demokrasi terpimpin, kosmisnya pudar Kala demokrasi dipasung, auroranya sirna Kala demokrasi diperkosa, harkatnya punah Kala demokrasi dikebiri, kreasi mati Kala demokrasi dikubur, tirani muncul Pamflet gelap kan meraungi keadilan Erangannya lukis dinding gua Dangdut kesurupan , sudut kota Rakyat resah, Pesona wacana janji, Kan mereka ungkap , kembali. Jangan biarkan lapar Merana tak berharkat Letih antri beras, murah tak terjangkau Bak semut keluar sarang, Berbondong mereka kan berbaris bertamu menuju istana.

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I WITNESS

I On the altar of historical insight The move of events witnesses Never there be any hidden thing Later, will come out as a matter of truth Time is patient to wait for that moment In my old age, I witness it When democracy is self-centered, its harmony fades away When it‟s locked, its aurora is gone When it‟s raped, its dignity is extinct When it‟s castrated, creation dies When it‟s buried, tyranny comes up Pamphlets with no license will moan for justice Its groan will point walls of caves Folk music is at trance in the corner of the city People are restless Charm, narrations, promises Will be uncovered once more Don‟t let hunger Go unguarded with neither care nor dignity Tired to queue for rice which is cheap yet unreachable Like ants out of their burrows In crowd they line up To pay a visit to the palace

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II. Hanya tahun-tahun pertama Sukarno - Suharto berdemokrasi. Aku bersaksi, tahun mereka kangkangi Koes Plus di penjarakan , manusia dihilangkan Kezaliman, keserakahan, sebut apa kau mau. Kehilangan hak , kehilangan asasi Rakyat , mahasiswa , mendemo istana Bertengger di bubungan DPR , mengencingi atapnya. III Kulihat antrean beras, minyak tanah Musibah lumpur gas menerjang Sidoarjo Dan seterusnya Kucoba mengerti, kuelus dada, aku terisak. Di usiaku setua ini, hatiku kan , trauma. “ Jangan pernah usik demokrasi ” ( Lebih setengah usiaku , telah diperkosa tirani ) Aku pencinta, biarkan aku bernafas, menghirup , harum aromanya. IV Biarkan mereka , menandak dangdut ria , telanjang dada, desah nafas , dengus gairah jaipongan ludruk, lenong, ronggeng patam-patam , gendang bertalu-talu Eporia demokrasi, berjingkraklah Mari kita ngibing, pasungan baru dilepas, Kebiri bergairah kembali. Mabuk ria, kan muntah , pulas tertidur. Fajar menyingsing, cuaca terang Dikicau burung , mereka kan bangun Kreasi baru menunggu 155

II Only in the first several years Were Sukarno-Suharto with Democracy I witness many years they went astray Koes Plus were imprisoned, people were taken away Wickedness, greed, mention anything you want The loss of basic and human rights People, university students went on rallies at the palace Flocking on top of parliament building, and urinate it III I saw the queue of rice and kerosene The tragedy of gaseous mud struck over Sidoarjo Et cetera I try to understand I calm down my heartbeats, I sob In this old age of mine My heart goes traumatic “Don‟t ever disrupt democracy” (more than half of my lifetime has been raped by tyranny) I‟m a lover, let me breathe To inhale it scent IV Let me dance The wild folk dance, bare-chested Sensual breath, snort of desire In a dynamic Javanese and Betawinese traditional dance Female dancers wear ornaments The drum sounds incessant Euphoria of democracy, jump along Let‟s dance, the lock has just been loosened Being castrated, feel the desire again Happily drunk, then throw out before tightly a sleep Morning is broken, the day is bright With chirps of birds, they are awake New creation is a waiting 156

Karnaval jalanan , keroncong morisku Lonceng gereja, beduk azan , dikeras suara Aroma klenteng, candi pagoda Rumah sakit, rumah penjara, Suara gaduh , murid sekolah, Mobil, motor, melaron Kentut bajaj , lalu lalang Suara gitar pengemis Gemerincing anak jalanan Kabut metromini, teriakan kenek Bus-way meluncur di jalan utama Macet, ada demo di ujung sana Suara demokrasi , nikmati ….

4 Maret 2007

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Street carnival Mariska musical rhythm Of Keroncong The chime of church bell The call for moslems‟ prayer at dusk In loud sound The scent of Chinese temples, Pagoda temples, Hospitals; dungeons Noise of students at school Cars and motorcycles are like moths Farts of bajaj are back and forth The sound of guitar from beggars The jingle of street children Metromini fog, shouts of bus conductors Busway goes a long the main street Traffic jam, a rally is at the other end The voice of democracy, enjoy it…………

4th March 2007

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PAGARAN BATU, PARAU SORAT, SIPIROK

Untuk : Alm. Prof. Sarbini Sumawinata Semoga pintu Tuhan terbuka lebar

Selepas, kolam air panas Ada simpang tiga, jalan desa Kekiri, selokan berbatu Kincir air, di tepinya Menanjaklah, rumpun bambu di tikungan Kuburan moyangku, lumut membalut nisannya Kopi merambah, diselingi enau Pagaran batu, di ujung jalan itu. HIS Sipirok, di samping gereja Lima kilo, dari desa Didingin subuh , hangatkan diri di panas kolam Jalan pintas, pematang sawah Lewat kampung ibuku Aek mandurana, Baringin, Poken Salasa Tiga kilo, jalan aspal ikuti. Bila hujan, Mandurana melimbah Ayahku bolos sekolah Enam belas, rumah kayu atap ijuk Dikaki Tor Sibohi, pelintasan gerilya Sawah tadah hujan, pemuda masuk kota Dibawah garis kemiskinan, terpencil

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PAGARAN BATU, PARAU SORAT, SIPIROK

For : The late Prof. Sarbini Sumawinata May the door of God is wide open

Past the hot water pool There‟s a T. junction towards the village To the left is a stony gutter A water mill is on its bank Upon climbing, a clusters of bamboos is at the bend At my ancestor‟s graveyard, moss covers the tombstones Coffee plantation is stretching over, intervened by sugar-palm trees Pagaran Batu is at the end of the road HIS Sipirok is beside the curch Five kilos from the village At the freeze of the dawn, warming up in the heat of the pool There‟s a shortcut, the raised path of the field Past through my mother‟s village Aek Mandurana, Baringin, Poken Salasa Three kilos of asphalt road, go ahead During the rain, Mandurana was full with waste water My father skipped school Sixteen wooden houses with palm-tree rooftops At the foot of Tor Sibohi, the track of guerilla Rain-accommodating rice field, youngsters move downtown Below poverty line, deserted

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Batu Olang, jalan menurun , di ujung desa Stepa di bawah sana, Padang lawas tertatap Sapi, tidak lagi berkeliaran Api unggun, generasi peternak, sudah lama padam Kebun sawit, kaki langit kekaki langit Peternak jadi buruh. Pagaran, Desa moyangku Desa nenek, desa ayahku, desa kami semua Laba-laba merajut langit Potret ayahku di dinding, berdebu Rumah terlantar, miring menunggu rubuh Perantau kembali, di masa revolusi Pemulihan, di tinggal kekota Disetiap PILKADA, bagi kaus Spanduk, di gerbang desa. Sarung lusuh, sandal jepit Setiap kamarau, kelaparan Jalan berbatu, jamban desa di musholla Legenda moyang Mengaku keturunan raja, puteri bangsawan Mereka rabun Berimajinasi, bermimpi Belenggu feodalisme Bara api di mata kuyu kebencian Jangan usik, mereka bermimpi Tebing longsor, musim hujan. Irigasi diatur langit.

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Batu Olang, the road is descending towards the end of village Vast plain down there, old plain-fields is as far as eyesight Cows are no longer roaming Bonfire, animal farm generation, have long been gone Oil palm plantation is as far as the horizon Shepherds become laborers Pagaran, the village of my ancestors Grandma‟s house, father‟s house, our house Spiders My dad‟s photo is on the wall, dusty Houses are abandoned, standing sideways waiting to fall apart Wanderers were back in the revolution period Recovery, left behind to the city In every region election, the distribution of T-shirt…… Banners at the gate of village Worn-out sarong, toilet sandals In the dry season, go hungry Rocky roads, a public toilet at the small mosque The legend of my ancestors Claims as the descendants of a king, noble princess They-re dim-eyed Imagining, dreaming The handcuffs of feudalism Fire glow is in sorrowful eyes of hatred Don‟t disturb, they‟re dreaming Land slides, rainy seasons Irrigation is regulated by the sky

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Pagaran Batu Parau, desa miskin Desa tertidur, tertinggal Desa moyang, Bak ribuan di Nusantara, terlupakan rencana Kuingat silsilah, kenang sejarah Aku rindu, kujiarahi …. Dijiarahku lalu, Upacara raja-raja digelar Sarung lusuh melilit leher, sandal jepit Asap mengepul, di mulut ompong Suara tenor Raja Adat Tanpa pedang, tanpa mahkota Dinobatkannya aku, “ BEGAWAN ” Di negeri seterpuruk ini, Di resesi berkepanjangan Di kemiskinan yang melata Tanpa buku, Tanpa ajaran, tanpa kenyataan Hanya keprokan …………………… “Begawan” bermunculan . Depan Tuhan, Tak perlu semua itu Hanya ketulusan.

15/3/2007

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Pagaran Batu Parau, a poor village A sleepy village, being lag behind The village of ancestors, Like thousands others in this country, forgotten in the plan I remember the hierarchy, memory of history I‟m yearning, I visit the place…………. In my last visit The ceremony for kings was held Worn-out sarongs were around necks, toilet sandals Smoke was billowing up from toothless mouths The King of custom‟s tenor voice With neither a sword nor a crown I was anointed “Holy and blessed one” In this country of failure In this long-period recession In severe poverty Without books Without lessons, without facts Only hand claps ………………………………….. Other “Holy and Blessed ones” appear In front of God All those unnecessary Just sincerity

March 15, 2007

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INDONESIA AKU GUNDAH

Untuk : Prof.DR.Saparinah Sadli

I. Kulihat balita membelalak, Kurus menonjol, buncit membesar, Berhari tak menemukan nasi, Ibu hamil meninggal Menteri serta kepala Bulog 1 ), pongah komentar “ Pangan Nasional Aman !!! “ II. Indonesia aku gundah, Lintasi Sukanegara, Tanggeng, Jayanti Cianjur Selatan Deburan ombak menghempas dibatu tebing Pasir putih terpanggang, Surya melotot marah TKW 2 ) bertahun dikirim ke negeri jauh Di-iringi doa sanak sedesa, Tak terlindung III Indonesia aku gundah Sidoarjo, semburan gas, genangan lumpur Kubangan selebar danau Bertahun bertanya Kapak elang menyapa sepi Lengkingan kereta minta jalan

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INDONESIA, I’M RESTLESS

For : Prof. DR. Saparinah Sadli

I I saw toddlers stare With protruding bones and swollen belly Couldn‟t find rice for days Pregnant women died The minister and head of BULOG 1 ) arrogantly commented “Food condition is good!!!” II Indonesia, I‟m restless Passing by Sukanegara, Tangerang, Jayanti-South Cianjur Splashing waves dash against the rocky cliff White sand is burnt The sun glares Female migrant workers 2) having been sent away for years With prayers by villagers Unprotected III Indonesia, I‟m restless Sidoarjo, gas splashes, mud puddle Mud hole expanded into lake For years, back and forth asking The eagles‟ spreads of wings greet silence Trains howl for ways

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IV Indonesia aku gundah, Berhela ledakan di dasar Laut pun membukit gelombang Menghirup desa nan jauh, Lolongan meneriaki Tuhan, Hilang dilalap badai. Februari nan basah ini, Nusantara terendam banjir Bayi dipelukan, bertengger di bubungan Menanti surut tiba V. Indonesia aku gundah, Antrian kian memanjang Rebutkan beras raskin Harga harga berpacu meroket Di hari perempuan sedunia Ibu ibu Makasar geram Meneriaki korban busung lapar Istana istana kosong, Para wakil rakyat gagap….. 2009 sudah dekat VI Indonesia aku gundah, Gemericing menadah tangan Anak berkeliaran di jalanan Kerangka menonjol penuh daki Generasi kan di lepas di tahun datang Bertarung berkompetisi………….. Alangkah daifnya kita……..

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IV Indonesia, I‟m restless Racing up eruptions from bottom And sea mounted in waves Sucking a far away village Wailings billowed up to God Gone, gulped by storm This wet February The archipelago was soaked by flood A baby in cradle, got stuck on the roof Waiting for water withdrawal V Indonesia, I‟m restless Queuing got longer To win over bad quality rice Prices are rocketing At the day of International Women Day Women from Makasar got up set Shouted about victims of malnutrition Palaces were empty House of Representative stuttered 2009 came near VI Indonesia, I‟m restless The clinking holds our hands upward Children roam about streets Skeletons protrude full of grime A generation will be set free next year To fight, to compete……….. How powerless we are…………

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VII Indonesia aku gundah Berjuta TKI melanglang buana Hanya doa mengiringi mereka Diraup para germo, disiksa, diperkosa Kedutaan sibuk mengutip komisi VIII Indonesia aku gundah Data BPS 3) dipertanyakan Sampah diolah, hasilnya jua Rencana disusun penuh busa. IX Kala penguasa dengan sukacita, Pongahkan keberhasilannya Giliran gelap di demo mahasiswa Lobang jalanan membawa korban Pesawat tersungkur dimana mana Antrian sembako kian panjang….. X Indonesia aku gulana, Jaksa kepergok nerima hadiah, Punah sudah kata Melampiaskan semua ini, Jurang kian menganga……. Sanggupkah kita mencinta, lebihi diri sendiri ? 8/3/2008

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) Bulog : Badan Urusan Logistik ) TKW : Tenaga Kerja Wanita 3 ) BPS : Biro Pusat Satistik 2

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VII Indonesia, I‟m restless Millions of migrant workers Traveled around the world Only equipped with pray Embraced by pimps, tortured and rapped Embassy is busy collecting commission VIII Indonesia, I‟m restless Data from BPS 2 ) is questioned Garbage is processed and so is the result Plans are schemed full with foam IX When authority joyfully Boasted about success In the dark was protested by scholars The holes on the streets caused victims Planes went down everywhere Queue for basic needs got longer……. X Indonesia, I‟m badly restless A prosecutor was caught red-handedly Receiving gifts Words are lost To express my restlessness The ravine opens more widely….. Can we love more than ourselves? March 3, 2008 1 2

) BULOG : Bureau of Logistics ) BPS : Bureau of Central Statistic

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KUSESALI KEKERDILAN INI

Untuk : TKW yang dilecehkan di mana saja.

I Kalau sudah begini, kau mau apa lagi. Semenanjung terdekat, belum terlewati Arus semakin deras, matahari kian meninggi Arah angin , berubah-rubah, Tak lagi , bermusim , Dadakan tak beraba-aba Musim pun silih berganti Kita mubazirkan waktu Silang berpolemik Beliung merobek layar Kan mematah tiang utama Negeri di ambang karam Semburan Melimbah , melebar Teriakan menyayat hati Apa yang ditunggu Anak negeri Jenggala itu , terlantar Bertambah mutung, bertambah liar. II. Julurkan , sambungan kain Ceriyati rayapi dinding Kabur dari penyiksaan biadab , Telantar tak terlindungi

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. I REGRET THIS NARROW-MINDEDNESS

For : Abused female immigrations anywhere

I If this is how it goes, what else do you want? The nearest cape hasn‟t been past The stream gets strongest, the sun gets higher Wind direction keeps changing It‟s no more regulated by season Out of the blue without clues Seasons come and go We waste the time In unending polemics Strong wind tears off sails Will break down the main pole The country is about to wreck The splash In abundant waste, pour widely Wails gloom our hearts What‟s their to wait for? Those children from Jenggala are abandoned Getting more upset, growing wilder II Spread down longer, added with fabric Ceriyati went crawling down the wall Running away from inhumane torture Deserted, unprotected

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III. Kusumpahi , diriku sendiri Kenapa aku terpukau pesonamu , di pemilu lalu Kekerdilan ini, kusesali

20 Juni 2007

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III I curse my self Why was I amazed? By your charm in the last election This narrow-mindedness, I regret

Juni 20 ,2007

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SBY MANA VISIMU

SBY mana visimu kemana kami kan kau bawa Muak kami sudah, dijejali wacana Nyatanya hidup tetap susah Korban lumpur masih terlantar Antrian minyak dimana-mana SBY mana visimu Agar dapat dicerna, jabarkan secara sederhana Kapan, anggaran pendidikan dipenuhi Flu burung, demam berdarah dibasmi Prasarana, listrik, dibenahi Korupsi diberantas, hukum ditegakan Atur visi tahap nyata Agar kami, termotifasi Ikut, disetiap langkah SBY mana visimu Janji kampanyemu, kami tunggu Teriakkan aba-aba, ajak kami kerja Kami punya pacul, punya tenaga Bulatkan tekad kekuatan sendiri Mari bangun strada, bendungan, prasarana Karena itulah yang kami tunggu, hingga kini Ayo mari kita mulai Detik ini juga Jangan biarkan kami, kecewa memilihmu. Jangan biarkan kami, kehilangan harapan 7 Desember 2006

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SBY, WHERE’S YOUR VISION? SBY, where‟s your vision Where will you bring us? We‟re fed up Being crammed with words When life is still rough Mud victims are still neglected The queue for fuel is everywhere SBY, where‟s your vision? To be digested and explained easily When is budget granted? Avian flu and dengue fever are eradicated Infrastructure and electricity are improved Corruption is exterminated Law is firmly straightened up? Work on realistic visions To make us motivated To follow every step SBY, where‟s your vision? Your promise at campaign makes us wait Shout command, invite us to work We have hoes and energy Set our hearts on being independent Let‟s build strada, dams, infrastructure Because those are what we‟re waiting for Let‟s start From this very second Don‟t let us down for choosing you Don‟t let us lose hope December 7, 2006

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JANGAN TUNDA LAGI

I Tak apalah menangis, Penungguan ini, terlalu lama, Isakkan rintihan sendumu Semburkan , riak dahak Lelahmu lelaplah Legakan sedih, Di fajar subuh nanti Kubangan kian mendanau Di atas langit pagi Elang meliuk , menukik , menanjak Semburan lumpur gas Meninggi, merendah, Mengelu teriakkan selamat pagi Tersedu , hingga kapan Formula apa lagi , kan disuguhkan Manusia malang Mereka terlunta II Apapun hitung-hitunganmu Lakukan dengan hati Jangan tunggu , mereka bebal Warga Jenggala itu , dambakan rumah mereka. 7/7/2007

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NO MORE DELAY

I It‟s all right to cry This waiting period is too long Lament your gloomy sobs Spray the phlegm of mucus Your exhaustion, put it asleep Relieve your anguish At the break of the day The puddle becomes a lake Above the morning sky Eagles sway, soar down and up Splash of gaseous mud Billows up and down Cheer up with a shout of good morning Sobbing, till when? What other formula will you serve? Poor people They go being neglected II Whatever your reckoning is Do it with heart Don‟t wait for them to be foolish Those people from Jenggala are yearning for their home

July 7, 2007

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PENDULUM SEJARAH

I Genta tala suara, menggetar resonansi hati Mengap mengendap , menuntun nadi Rongga, melantunkan noktah irama Nyanyian itulah puisi Mengaliri warkat kertas Di atas meja kekinian, kenangan lalu Tak mantra, taklah ramalan Di akhir detik, puisi menjelma II Sukarno, Suharto, Habibie, Gus Dur, Mega, SBY kini, Entah siapa, di 2009 nanti Kumengalir Kucatat, kurenungkan , kucoba mengerti Kulagukan, kusiulkan , pelayaran panjang ini Otokrasi berpuluh tahun lalu, menyelimuti demokrasi Meredam kebebasan berekspresi Mengubur kreasi Keterpurukan berkepanjangan, Kemadanian generasi, belum muncul Negeri menunggu

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PENDULUM OF HISTORY

I Tuning fork and voice modulation Flutter heart‟s resonance Panting while sneaking, leading pulse Hollow space sings melodious rhythm That song is the poem Flowing down the letter on paper On the table are present time and past memory Not magical formula, no prediction In the last second, a poem appears II Sukarno, Suharto, Habibie, Gus Dur, Mega, SBY now Who else will it be in 2009 later? I‟m flowing calmly I record, reflect, try to understand I sing, whistle this long cruise Autocracy years ago covers democracy Muffling freedom of expression Burying creation Long period of drowning Prosperous generation hasn‟t yet appeared The country is waiting

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Pendulum reformasi Penuh euphoria, Roda jam tempo tinggi Siklus putaran , kian sekejap, Generasi bangkit, generasi hilang, sama lajunya Ketinggalan Waktu berpresisi tepat, hargai Satelit memantau Keterbelakangan budak diabad ini Keterampilan, Penghulu-penguasa Pendulum demokrasi, Sejarah, pembodohan berulang Keterbelakangan generasi, berkelanjutan

1/5/2007

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Pendulum of reform Is full of euphoria The wheel of a clock us with high speed The cycle of rotation got shorter Generation rises as fast as it‟s gone Lag behind Time is with exact precision, respect it! The satellite monitors The backwardness of slaves in this century The skills of chiefs-authority Pendulum of democracy History, deception of people repeats itself Backwardness of generation continues

May 1, 2007

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JANGAN PERNAH SALAHKAN MUSIM

Jakarta, Kuyakini, kau masih ingat Februari 2002, belum lama Musim pamitan Sangatlah meriah, pesta itu Langit, menggelegar Bak kembang api, Panah halilintar, Bercahaya seketika Awan hamil berat, ditembusnya Gelappun terbakar Hingga kaki langit, di malam itu Di akhir musim Air mata langit Membasuh debu kemarau, dingding hunian Taman hutan kota Tak lagi merangkul akarnya Air melimpah, Menerjang, dinding kanal

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DON’T EVER BLAME THE SEASON

Jakarta I‟m sure you still remember February 2020, wasn‟t too long ago The season of farewell So festive was the party The sky rumbled Like fireworks Arrows of lightning Glowing suddenly Heavily pregnant clouds were penetrated Darkness was flaming As far as horizon At that night In the end of season Tears from the sky Cleaned up the dust of dry season Walls of dwellings Forest park of the city No longer embraced its roots Water over flew Crushing the walls of canals

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Siklus musim berabad sudah Tak pernah dusta, punya karma Ciliwung mendangkal, Flamboyan tak memerah lagi Bambu Marunda. Rawa diuruk pemukiman Kota tanpa pohon Tak terencana Berkeliaran, tak kenal bapaknya Jakarta, Lima tahun Musim berganti Sambut laksana bidadari Harusnya kau siap Pinggangmu kupeluk erat menyatu, Seperti berabad lalu Di lebat cucuran Tanggul kan jebol Air merangkak Kawasan digenanginya Jalan, rel jadi sungai Langit, tak redanya menangis Gerimis lebat, berulang berganti.

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Seasonal cycle has been for ages Never a liar, with Karma Ciliwung got shallow Poinciana trees were no longer red Bamboo of Marunda Swaps were buried for dwelling A city without trees Without any plan Roaming, not knowing his father Jakarta Five years Seasons come and go Welcome, as if angels You should have been ready Your waist I hugged tightly for unity Like centuries ago In the heavy drops The dam would break in pieces Water was crawling Area was covered all over Roads and railways become a river The sky didn‟t stop crying Heavy drizzling repeatedly occurred

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Menjelang subuh Kepanikan memuncak Dibubungan, manusia bertengger Buntalan sarat dipelukan Bayi dibalut Dibenam di puting susu Bantuan tiba, di kala pagi Swadaya….. Dimana Pemerintah ? Lansia tak kuat menunggu, berjatuhan Tangis, teriakan, sumpah Bersama doa, melangit ke Nirwana Genangan terus meninggi Jakarta, Jangan pernah, salahkan musim, Sesuaikan diri, Hormati, sebelum ia murka Musibah ulah kita Sepenuhnya…….

Jakarta, 4 Februari 2007

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Approaching dawn Panic escalated On rooftops, people flocked Full packages were in embrace A baby was wrapped Being drawn in the mother‟s ripples Favor come in the morning Self-supporting…….. Where‟s government? Old people couldn‟t bear waiting, fell all over Cries, shouts, swears Together with prayers billowed up to paradise Puddle was rising Jakarta Don‟t ever blame the season Adapt Respect, before it sees red Thoroughly……

Jakarta, February 4, 2007

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KAMPANYE DI TENGAH BANJIR

Seharusnya hindari polemik Di tengah musibah ini Mayat, masih bergelimpangan Terperangkap, membusuk Bantar Gebang, bertimbun sampah Genangan, enggan pamitan Tenda masih berdiri Jakarta, berpupur lumpur Dihanyut arus bakteri, virus, nyamuk, berpesta diare, demam berdarah, flu burung , Leptospirosis Semoga, tidak pandemi Sarana belum pulih Jembatan diterjang banjir Rumah Sakit, kekurangan velbed Kasur jejali lorong Penderita bertambah, cuaca pancaroba Siklus musim tersisa Sesekali, langit menangis Jalanan bopeng, digenanginya

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CAMPAIGN DURING FLOOD

Were supposed to avoid polemics In the middle of this disaster Corpses were still lying about Being trapped, rotten Bantar Gebang, buried by trash Puddle was restless to say goodbye Tents were still standing Jakarta was powdered by mud Carried away by stream Bacteria, viruses, mosquitoes were partying Diarrhea, dengue fever, avian flue, leptosprosys May not become epidemic Infrastructure were not yet recovered Bridges were crashed by flood Hospitals locked cots Mattresses were crammed a long corridors Patients kept coming, transition period The cycle of previous season Once in a while, the sky cried Roads were with scars beneath

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Partai bersiap pesta Pesona pilkada, mulai disebar Ditebar digang, terpampang di sudut pintu Cagub, berlagak negarawan Meninjau banjir, panggil wartawan Tebar pesona, sekalian wisata Melambai sana sini, Rakyat nyangkut di bubungan Sabar saja, ada rakit batang pisang… Perahu karet, disewa selebriti “ Jakarta bebas banjir ” “ Waduk Kanal Timur, waduk raksasa ” “ Pilih aku semua beres”, janji mereka Astaga …. !!! Kala hujan, banjir meluap Siklus musim Mari bertengger, di bubungan Saudara-saudara cagub, Wacana coba-coba, berandai-andai Rakyat lelah Jangan tunggu mereka mutung Kucatat dalam puisi Agar kau tak lupa

Februari 13, 2007 Cagub : Calon Gubernur

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Political parties were ready for a party The charm of regional election was rolling Spread along the narrows paths Shown on a corner of the doors Governor candidates acted like government Visiting flood vicinity, contacting reporters Show off charm while taking a tour Waving hands here and there People were stuck on rooftops Be patient, there were rafts from banana stems… Rubber boats were rented by celebrities “Jakarta is free from flood” East canal dam is a giant dam” “Vote for me, all will run well” their promise They couldn‟t be serious……!!! During the rain, flood went up The cycle of seasons Let‟s flock on the rooftops My honorable candidates of governors The trials of discourse, a wishful thinking People were tired Don‟t wait for them to be upset I note them down in poems For you not to forget

February 13, 2007

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17-8-2007

I Apa yang kita rayakan hari ini ? Pustaka mencatat Sejarah kepahlawanan , masa lalu negeri Kenapa terlupa , membalik lembarannya Panutan tak lagi muncul , kesantunan pupus, Generasi hilang percuma TKW kontrak mati Tak terlindungi, demi sesuap nasi Di pagi ini, Janji, wacana-wacana, retorika, Berjam-jam dipaparkan Depan sidang , nan terkantuk-kantuk

II. Kemarau yang ganas, meretak sawah Desa tidak lagi, memanjat pinang Keterpurukan, Sejahtera di fatamorgana, bayangan permainan cahaya Itulah kita kini Kebersamaan , belum terpatri Perjalanan masih jauh, kian menanjak Yakinlah, karena kita mau. Mari rayakan , apa adanya

17/8/2007

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17 – 8 – 2007

I What are we celebrating today? Literature notes down History of heroism, past time of the country Why forget to turn over the page Role models no longer appear, good manner was obliterated Generation disappear in vain Migrant workers, death contract Unprotected, just for a humble amount of rice This morning Promises, discourses, rhetorics For hours were elaborated In front of the court which feel asleep II Fierce dry season left the filed chipped Villages no more climb areca nut This degradation Prosperity in hallucination, shadow of light effect That‟s what we are now Togetherness is not yet attached tightly The journey is still far away, going up higher Believe! Because we want to Let‟s celebrate, the way it is

August 17, 2007

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LUMPUR

I. Sidoardjo dikubur lumpur Raungan kehilangan desa Bertahun terkapar Berdesak di pengungsian Tuntas tertunda, berkepanjangan Semua menonton Akupun …. Tuhan, dosa apa kami lakukan MembuatMu murka seberang ini ? II. Halal bi halal ini Orang-orang malang itu ratapi rumah, kuburan moyang Tenggelam ditelan lumpur. Kau dengarkah isak tersendat-sendat Kala sujud dilapangan kering terbuka. Mata basah, mulut komat-kamit Mohon, agar Tuhan menghentikan semburan kilat Lapindo Brantas, Apapun kau gali, Tidakkah ada cara lebih manusiawi ? 2007

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MUD

I Sidoarjo is buried by mud The moan is losing the village For years have helplessly lied flat Crammed in the refuge Totally delayed, in a long period All watched Me, too…………………… God, what sin did we do Which makes YOU angry so much ? II In this Idul Fitri *) Those poor people mourned for their houses The graveyard of their ancestors Was sinking, engulfed by mud Don‟t you hear choking sobs While kneeling down on a dry field Wet eyes, moving mouths in soundless whisper Begging God to stop the flash Lapindo Brantas Whatever you dug Wasn‟t there any other humane way?

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The end of fasting period 2007

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RATAP

Bubungan terakhir, tergenang sudah Ratap parau perpisahan, melangit Galau, putus asa, terlantar sekali lagi Berkali-kali Tangan gemetar, diacungkan Ratap do‟a, di celah bibir Kelangit Sidoarjo Bencana alam !!! Teriak lantang “penguasa-pengusaha” Menyaru, kesatria itu Beradu cepat, kuda mereka pacu Sepanjang perjalanan, taburkan janji wacana Ulur waktu, semoga lupa Ratap pilu parau Masih melangit, hingga kini Kesatria menyaru, cuci tangan Sudah lama, kesatria punah Di negeri ini

Desember 2006

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LAMENTATION

The last rooftops was already covered by water Hoarse lamentation of farewell billowed up Restless, desperate, abandoned, one more time Many times Trembling hands were lifted Lamentation in prayers, through the cleft of life To the sky of Sidoarjo Natural disaster!!! Out loud shout of “authority-entrepreneurs” Under covered were those kids In competition, their horses were racing All along the journey, spread promises of discourses Stretch the time, may they forget

The sad hoarse of lamentation Still high to the sky until now Under covered knights washed their hand It‟s been a long time, the knights were gone From this country

December, 2006

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PAGI NATAL DI CISARUA I Wajah bukit berkerudung kabut Berselubung sembunyikan senyumnya Menangis bersama gerimis Kian menipis jua Cahaya tamaran bermunculan Villa di kakinya Menggigil kedinginan Senja pun tiba Wajah bukit berselendang kabut Berkelip mengintip celah matanya Angin selatan lembah bambu Mengaraknya melaju Liuk meliuk berputar mendaki Berpacu berselencar Hujan lebat mengucur lembah Kelampun tiba Seisinya kaku, mati rasa Sunyi malam di Bethlehem Bintang berdansa berkejaran Bidadari berdendang mendawai harpa Malaikat berkapak, Pendeta berjubah Raja-raja bermahkota Berdo‟a syukur bersuka cita Menunggui Maria, menyusui bayinya Di kandang domba

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CHRISTMAS MORNING IN CISARUA I The hill‟s face wears a veil of fog Cuddling while hiding its smile Crying together with drizzle Getting thinner and thinner Dim lights appear A villa on its foot Is shivering in cold Then, twilight comes The hill‟s face is wearing a drape of fog Twinkling, peeping from its closing eyes Southern wind of bamboo valley Is lifting up itself forward Winding and curling up Racing and surfing Heavy rain showers the valley There comes the dark All around is stiff, numb Silent night in Bethlehem Stars were dancing and racing Angels were singing and playing harp They‟re spreading their wings Priest with their cloak Kings were wearing crown Praying gratefully, happily Accompanying Maria feeding her baby In a manger

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Wajah bukit bercadar kabut Matahari mengerling di puncaknya Lembah bambu bertebar villa Malas terbujur di balik kelambu Adzan subuh di pagi Natal Loceng gereja mengajak misa

II. Selamat natal puncak bukit Selamat natal lembahnya Selamat natal langit cerah Selamat natal sang surya Selamat natal kupu-kupu Selamat natal margasatwa Selama natal selokan melimpah Selamat natal arusnya Selamat natal penghuni villa Selamat natal penduduk desa Selamat natal Cisarua Selamat natal Periangan jelita Selamat natal Nusantara Selamat natal seisi dunia Dendang sayang, amboi.... Jabat tangan berpelukan Damailah.

Tugu, Cisarua, 25 Desember 2006

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The valley‟s face wears a veil of fog The sun blinks on its top Bamboo valley with villas spread out Lazily lying behind the mosquito net Dawn‟s call for praying on Christmas morning Church bell invites for a mass

II Merry Christmas top of the hill Merry Christmas its valley Merry Christmas bright sky Merry Christmas sun Merry Christmas butterflies Merry Christmas animals Merry Christmas abundant gutter Merry Christmas its stream Merry Christmas villa‟s residents Merry Christmas villagers Merry Christmas Cisarua Merry Christmas beautiful Periangan Merry Christmas the archipelago Merry Christmas the whole world Song of love, amboy* Shaking hands and hugging Live in peace

Tugu-Cisrua, 5 December 2006

*amboy = exclamation of joy

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KU MAU KAU KUAT

Purnama masih menyala Bayangan hutan di kaki bukit Langit bersih membentang samar Nusantara sayangku...! Tidurlah pulas, Kutahu kau lelah, Izinkan kucium pipimu Istirahatlah . Besok interplasi di ajukan, nan lalu di makan silam. Corong partai berlaga dusta, Demo pun di balas demo. Macat total di persimpangan, barisan motor melaron , bus-way, tersendat mobil pribadi mencuri jalur Pengemudi saling mencarut Sayangku, pejamkanlah mata, Simpan tenaga .... Aku mau kau kuat Besok harga kan membubung Hentikan ”Nrimo” Keterpurukan kian menjurang

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I WANT YOU TO BE STRONG

Full moon was still shining Shadow of jungle at the foot of valley Clear sky extended dimly My dear motherland….! Sleep tightly I know you‟re tired Let me kiss your cheek Take a rest Tomorrow, interpellation will be set forth The past is gone in time The loudspeaker of parties fights using lies Rally is responded by rally Total traffic jam on intersection Long line of motorcycles are like moths Bus way is crammed Private cars take the lane Drivers and riders abuse each other My dear, Close your eyes, Save energy…… I want you to be strong Tomorrow, prices will soar up Stop being “submissive” Degradation gets more severe

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Merangkul puterinya, Ibu bakar diri Duniaku gerhana seketika ” Ya Allah, di mana Kau .... ? ” ” Masihkah tersisa kasihMu ? ” Tuhan malah bertanya ” Mana yang mengayomi , kenapa lupa sumpah ” ? ! Kala itu pemimpin sibuk, menggelar pesona barunya. ”Sejak kapan pula, lapar di redam lagu ? ”

9/12/2007

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Hugging her daughter, a mother burnt herself My world experienced a sudden eclipse “My God, where are YOU……? “Does your love still remain?” God asked back “Where are the leaders, why do they forget their oath?!” Meanwhile, the leader was busy To display his new charm “Since when has hunger been muffled by a song?”

December 9, 2007

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PERGUMULAN INI

Pergumulan ini, bukan sekilas cicak vs buaya, Lebih perkasa lagi Benalu menyerabut budaya, menggurita... piting ketat, memantak, perkosa negeri Siapa di belakang semua ini ? Apapun kau sebut, mereka adalah ” Godzilla Raksasa ” Sepanjang kemerdekaan, bertengkar, bertarung, Tak pun ereksinya Lalu, kapan rakyat diurus sejahtera ? Janji proklamasi mereka tunggu Pergumulan ini, bukan sekilas cicak vs buaya Tapi batin keadilan nan tercemar Itupun bila kau mahfum adanya

17-11-2009

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THIS STRUGGLE

This struggle isn‟t merely about house lizard versus crocodile It‟s more spectacular – parasite takes over culture Octopus-like……..tightly strangles Nailing, rapping the country Who are behind all this? Whatever you name it They‟re “giant godzillas” All time during independence Arguing, fighting Without erection So, when will people be taken care of? They demand the realization of proclamation promises This struggle isn‟t merely about house lizard versus crocodile But the conscience of polluted justice That‟s if you really understand

November 17, 2009

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MONAS, 9 DESEMBER 2009

I Di Monas depan istana Bahana kecewa dilepas Hanya pelampiasan Kenapa curiga ? II Diakhir episode lalu Kau serukan ; Lanjutkan! Sumpahpun diulang. Layar dikembang Jelajah ini sarat beban lalu III Skandal demi skandal, tuntut dibuka Kala rekayasa rasuki demokrasi Gempita resah hingar bingar Arungi selokan demi selokan Anti korupsi, melampias istana. Kuala Monas pun membludak IV Berapa angket silih berganti, Trilliunan bermisteri menguap Terlupa.... Apa nan berubah? Pencoleng miskin disidang Makelar kasus tak pun dijamah

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MONAS, 9th DECEMBER 2009

I At Monas, in front of the palace Roar of disappointment was released It was just an expression of feelings Why suspicious? II In the end of the last episode You shouted : Continue! The oath was repeated Screen was opened widely This expedition was heavy past burden III From scandal to scandal When scheme occupied democracy The triumph of restlessness was crowded Sailing from one gutter to another Anti corruption Flowed all over the palace The estuary of Monas was rife with people IV Some questionnaires came in turns Quintillions mysteriously evaporated Forgotten…….. What have changed? Poor thieves were brought to trial Case brokers were untouchable

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V Bila seribu cicak dikawal sepuluh ribu buaya Apa arti damai? Gelar spanduk tak pun dibaca, Senjata terkokang pengamanan pesta itu Tak lagi mesra, penuh curiga Apakah harus bungkam berdiam diri? Relakan demokrasi rebah di kaki markus *) Harga diri nan tercemar, membawa rakyat kian menyatu, membawa mereka binal, mengusung kebenaran, Ratusan, bahkan jutaan buaya Siap membungkamnya Tapi untuk berapa lama? VI Pengembaraan ini sungguh melelahkan, Azan Istiqlal sayup menghimbau, Apa dicapai hari ini ? Kusapa langit malam Bulan redup, meteor berselancar Semua gelisah, Semua menunggu, Sudah terlalu lama

Tugu Cisarua, 30/12/2009

*) Markus : Makelar kasus

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V If thousands of house lizards Were guarded by ten thousand crocodiles What did peace mean? Lifted up banners which ere not read Rifles were cocked, safety for party Not in harmony anymore, full of suspicion Should there be mouth-shut up To let democracy falling at the feet of case brokers Dignity which was polluted Bringing people to unite Causing them wild To lift up the truth Hundreds, even thousands of crocodiles Ready to shut them up But for how long? VI This adventure was tiring The call for praying from Istiqlal reminded people What have been achieved today? I greeted the night sky The dim moon, surfing meteor All have been restless All have been waiting For too long

Tugu Cisarua, December 30, 2009

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KITA HARUS OPTIMIS

Untuk : Siti, TKW di Saudi

I Baginya di sini, tak lagi ada kehidupan TKW *) itu pasrah, kontrak mati Menitipkan bayinya Dia harus pergi. Wajah keriput menua, Biji mata menyembul Mulut , tak lagi merengek Tangan lunglai, dingin Berhenti menggapai Mencari puting ibunya Desa Gekbrong, berkabung Hingga detik ini , tak seorang pun tega mengabarkan duka itu II Inikah sejahtera ? Inikah yang kita tunggu ? Apa yang kita tuju , dalam ketidakpastian ini Ego berlaga ego, Berebutan kekuasaan Potensi penghancuran Manusia lupa diri 20/7/2007 *) TKW ” Tenaga kerja wanita

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WE MUST BE OPTIMISTIC To : Siti, a female migrant worker in Saudi

I For her, no more life The migrant worker gave in….death penalty! She gave away her baby She had to go A prematurely wrinkled face With protruding eyeballs Mouth - no longer moaned Hands – dangly cold Stop reaching out To search for the mother‟s nipples Gebrong Village mourned Up to now, no body has the heart To pass on the obituary II Is this welfare? Is this what we‟re waiting for? What‟s our goal in this uncertainty? Ego fights ego To win over power The potential of destruction Men forget their humanity

July 20, 2007

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WARKAH DARI KARANG SIRIH Soe’, NTT 3-7-2008

Mama dan Bapa, Mohon maaf........... Kubur Karin dan beta, diharibaanmu di rumah, agar tenang tak gelisah Hilang rasa takut... Kalut kan reda... Bebas hutang, tak butuh makan, Terlalu lama beta susah. Mama dan Bapa, Sol sepatu sudah mengganga, Kain layar compang tersobek, Kerangka menonjol, perut membusung, bola mata menjungkal. Berangkat kali ini, tinggalkan suami selamanya. Dihentak miskin terlalu lama

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A LETTER FROM KARANG SIRIH

Soe’ , NTT,3 July 2008

Mother and father, I‟m sorry……. Burry Karin and me Around you at home To rest in peace No more fear…….. Confusion subsided Free from debt, no need for food I‟ve been in anguish for too long Mother and father, Shoe soles have been wide opened Screen clothe was torn apart Protruding skeleton, swollen belly Eye balls turn around Departing this time Leaving the husband for good Too long shaken by poverty

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Bapa Karin, suami beta. Janji pilkada , citra memekat, tanpa bayangan. Subuh pergi, larut kau tiba Tak lagi ada cengkerama terlalu lama dicekik derita Bukan salahmu !!!! Sedikitpun tak menguras kasihku. Maaf beta kalap. Famili semua, Diketerpurukan ini, Simpati tak bermakna, Hanya menyulut kesal sedih Tuhan Allah, Dosakah memuja-Mu dalam kalap ? Maaf beta berserah 8/7/2008

Catatan kaki : Karena terpaan ekonomi, Ibu meracuni putrinya, Sebelum menggantung diri, (Kompas 6/7/2008)

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Karin‟s father my husband Local election‟s promises Thicker impression, without shadow Went at dawn, back late at night No family-get-together anymore Too long being strangled by hardship It‟s not your fault!!!! Not at all reducing my love Sorry for crossing the border All relatives In this hopelessness Sympathy had no meaning Just ignited sadness God Almighty, Is it a sin to worship YOU in bewilderment ? Forgive me for surrendering

July 8, 2008

______) because of economic hardship, a mother poisoned her daughter before hanging herself (Kompas, 6 July 2008)

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ISTIQLAL 9-3-2007

Arsitek Silaban Dalam kenangan

Jum‟at itu, pejabat menghamba Merendah, jiwa mereka telanjang Dengar zikir, mereka datang Terisak, berurai air mata Cucu Adam dan Hawa, Pendosa, yang dilempar kedunia Tangan mereka, menadah Menggapai keampunanNya. Biarkan, mereka bertobat Kepasrahan dari kebingungan Musibah demi musibah, beruntun Di Adi Sucipto, Garuda di lalap api Manggarai, tertimbun longsor Ranah Minang, disapa gempa Di kaki bukit, desa tertinggal Nelayan terpencil, kelaparan tak bertenda Topan George bersiul, samudra menggelegak Asap Marapi di kepundan, Di siang benderang, Ternate, Lombok bergoyang

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ISTIQLAL 9 MARCH 2007

Silaban, the Architect, in memorial

That Friday officers became slaves Humbling with their naked soul Chanting worship as they came Sobbing full with tears Grandchildren of Adam and Eve The sinners who were thrown to earth Their hands were open up To reach out for His forgiveness Let them repent Submission from confusion Catastrophes came consecutively At Adi Sucipto Airport, Garuda was gulped in fire Manggarai was covered by landslide Ranah Minang was greeted by earthquake On the foot of hill, in a remote village Fishermen were isolated, going hungry without a tend George storm whistled, ocean rumbled The fog of Merapi in its crater In a daylight, Ternate, Lombok were shaking

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Pintu diketok, mereka melata Mengemis keampunan Atas dosa sengaja, tak disengaja Atas korupsi teri, korupsi kakap Atas HAM yang dilindas Atas antri beras, antri minyak tanah Atas orang dihilangkan Atas Semanggi I, II, penjarahan Mei, Trisakti Atas tebang pilih, peradilan, Atas pengangguran, busung lapar Atas seterusnya dan seterusnya Atas lupa, memenuhi janji-janji Ya Allah, tunjukilah Jalan keluar, lingkaran setan Sektor riel, masih terpuruk Prasarana, struktur pajak Dana bank, diserap SBI *) Direksi tidur tanpa ekspansi, tantiem milyaran Ekonomi biaya tinggi Pos tak resmi, di meja-meja Jalan raya Porong, ditutup warga ”Tunggul Angin Sejahtera”, digenangi lumpur Akses transportasi terganggu, berjam-jam menunggu Truk Perak-Pasuruan, terjebak Sumpah serapah, kesal melangit Nikmah Marta (42), tertunduk lemas Rumah, toko, direndam lumpur Tiga anak, diancam putus sekolah Terlalu lama menunggu Jangan biarkan, mereka liar.

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The door was knocked, they crawled Begging for His forgiveness For the sins intended and unintended For tiny and bulging corruption For human rights which were violated For queue of rice and kerosene For missing people For Semanggi part I, II, May Plunder, tragedy of Trisakti For illegal logging, trial, unemployment, malnutrition For so on and so on…… For forgetfulness to keep promises O, God, show us The way out of vicious circle Industries are still lousy Infrastructure and taxation structure Funding of commercial bank is Absorbed by Central Bank through SBI *) Directors sleep without expansion, a huge amount of salary Economy becomes high cost Unofficial posts on desks Porong highway closed by its people “Tunggul Angin Sejahtera” is covered with mud Access of transportation is in trouble, Causing hours of waiting Perak-Pasuruan trucks are jammed Curses, annoyance blow up Nikmah Marta (42), bowed down hopelessly The house, the store were covered by mud Three children were under threat of drop out Too long in wait Don‟t let them go wild

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Istiqlal, berkubah Silaban *) Jemaah miris, berzikir di altarnya Bersimbah air mata, pasrah Semua jalan tertutup Putus asa, adalah dosa Giatkan kerja, luruskan niat Rendahkan hati, jalan terus Perkecil ego, bulatkan tekad. Dipucuk kubah, Tuhan mengintip Hingga kau lelah, Terengah-engah dalam kerja Hingga kau berobah Ada jalan setapak, tersembunyi Hanya Dia yang tahu 13/3/2007

Kubah hak paten Silaban * ) SBI : Sertifikat BanknIndonesia

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Istiqlal with Silaban‟s dome* The frightened congregation chanted prayer on its altar Full with tears in submission All ways are closed Desperation is a sin Work hard, straighten intentions Humble the heart, keep walking Minimize selfishness From the rooftop, God is pepping Till you‟ re tired Out of breath working Till you change There‟s a pathway, hidden Only Him knows 13 March 2007

* Istiqlall with Silaban’s patent *) SBI = Central bank certificate

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TANDASLAH SUDAH

Kesatria menyaru Mengibarkan, bendera kemenangan Segera, diucapkannya wacana janji Tanpa pelana, tanpa kendali Kuda ringkih inipun, dipacunya lalu Tak pula jelas, tujuannya Negeri mati angin Kemarau berang menantang Terus kayuh, masih jauh Kebingungan tandaslah sudah Kesabaran... masihkah tersisa, di negeri ini, kini ?

Desember 2006

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IT’S GONE

A knight in disguise Raising a flag of victory Soon, he gave promises of discourses Without saddle, without control This fragile horse was raced away Without any clear direction The country was without wind Dry season challenged in anger Continued paddling, sill far away Being confused, let is sink Patience………… Is there any left over In this country now?

December 2006

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DESEMBER 2011 DALAM PERISTIWA

I Sosialisme tanpa anatomi Otopsi se-absolut monarki Stalin adalah Tsar Mao Zedong sang Emperor. Kim Yong Il mangkat Hidup tiran baru ! Babak barupun direkayasa Penuh misteri…………. Pewaris nuklir pemusnah, pemungkas ditangannya Kapan di lepas ? Dunia disekap gelisah.... Bakhun tua nan pemurah, aliran nestapa utara, basahi lembah bukit selatan Dipelukanmu semenanjung menyatu Siaga dibuai arus. II Apapun dakwaannya, Vaclav Havel nan ringkih, bertahun dipenjara Kebebasan tak lah mengenal musim Revolusi Beledru menuju demokrasi.

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DECEMBER 2011 IN A KALAIDECOPE

I Socialism without anatomy Autopsy as absolute as monarchy Stalin was the Tsar Mao Zedong was the Emperor Kim Yong Il passed away Long life a new tyrant! A new order was schemed Full of mystery…………. The heir of destructive nuclear In his hand was deadly When will it be released? The world is locked up in restlessness… Old generous Bhakhun, The stream of north anguish Flowed to the valley of south hill In your embrace, peninsula unites Alertness is cradled by stream II Whatever the prosecution was The lame Vaclav Havel, Had been imprisoned for years Freedom is not seasonal Velvet revolution toward democracy

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Patung bertumbangan tembok diroboh Uni Soviet bubar….. Dunia enggan melepas Kala Raksasa Demokrasi itu wafat Mari tafakkur........... III Rabu itu, depan istana Sondang Hutagalung bakar dirinya Kegelisahan nan tak tertahankan, tak pula didengar....... Arogansi kemunafikan. Terbata melalui stafnya, ”SBY sangatlah berduka”, hanya itu.......... IV Derita Mesuji Merambahi Lampung kesana Kayu Agung ke Musi Di Sungsang digerbang kuala, tragedi demi tragedi………. diterjang derasnya arus ke selat Galau pun menggelegak…… Mengendapkannya…….

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Statues went down Wall was smashed down Uni - Soviet was split…… The world was reluctant to let go When that giant democracy died Let‟s contemplate ……………. III That Wednesday, in front of the palace Sondang Hutagalung burned himself This unbearable restless soul Was unheard………………. The arrogance of hypocrisy Through his stuttered staff “SBY is in sorrow” Not more than that IV The pain in Mesuji Extended to Lampung and further From Kayu Agung to Musi Put upside down in the gate of estuary From tragedy to tragedy…………… Smashed by strong waves to the strait Restless soul heats up……………….. Bury it down………………………...

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V Hati Bima terluka Isak tangis yang ditinggal korban nan terkapar……. tertembak peluru tajam...... Terkatub kaku....... terbunuh tanpa harkat, demi apa ? Berkilah bersitegang merasa benar diri, sampai kapan ? VI Sobat Sedari pertemuan lalu Aku masih menulis puisi Muak dilantak tragedi..... Litak hatiku diperas pedih Menjalar pulau ke pulau..... Nusantara memanas, selat serta laut mendidih... Menunggu titik kulminasinya.

Jakarta , Desember 2011.

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V Bima is broken-hearted The sobs of those who are left behind The hopeless victims Shot by sharp ammunition Shut up in a rigidity Murdered in humiliation What for? Argue wildly Each claims to be the best When will it stop? VI Friends, Since our last meeting I‟ve still been writing poems Fed up being crashed by tragedy My heart is torn apart Twisted by poignancy Spreading out from island to island The motherland heats up Straits and ocean boil up Waiting for its culmination point Jakarta, December 2011

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DIMANA NEGERI DI 2025 ? Untuk : cucu-cucuku

I Mari duduk bersila, aku kan bercerita, ”Mimpi indah ditahun 2025 nanti”, Kala kalian sudah dewasa... Masa depan adalah, hal-hal yang telah ada, terletak di satu ruangan, nan belum kita ketahui, hanya sesederhana itu.... 240 juta jiwa adalah berkah, Bangsa nan kreatif ini, teladan dalam pluralisme, selama padu !!! Walau reformasi ramai bertengkar, partai-partai berebut kuasa, sementara alampun tak hentinya meradang, Tanpa kalian sadari... Kue produksi domestik naik, walaupun tidak capai sasaran…. Kini negeri peringkat 15 dunia, anggota G-20... Diatas kertas, di 2025, sekitar setengah kue domestik Asean, milik kita... Kita menjelma jadi raksasa Dapatkah kalian mengerti apa artinya itu ? Kebanggaan yang harus dijaga ....!!! 233

WHERE IS THE COUNTRY IN 2025 ? To : my grandchildren

I Let‟s sit on a mat With our legs crossed I will tell you a story about “A beautiful dream in year 2025” When you‟re grown ups….. The future is about things which exist Stored in one room which hasn‟t been found It‟s that simple…. Lives of 240 millions become a blessing This creative nation Is a good example of pluralism As long as it unites!!! Though reform fights widely Parties strive over power While nature is moaning painfully without realization…… Domestic production cake gets bigger Though not yet achieved the target…. Now the country is in the world‟s 15th rank Of G-20 members…. On the paper, 2025 Around half of ASEAN domestic cake is ours We turn to be a giant Can you understand the meaning Pride to be guarded…..!! 234

II. Cucu-cucuku ”Bagaimana mendistribusikannya dengan adil ?”, itulah utamanya !!! Tentunya tanpa jurang perbedaan, antara bumi dengan langit, Juga tidak harus sama rata… ”Kwantitas” jaga, tapi juga ”kwalitas” Keadilan dalam kesejahteraan, dipandu hati nurani... Disemua lini, tak lagi ada : - Kelaparan kurang gizi, - Anak tertimpa gedung sekolahnya - Ditolak berobat alasan biaya. Agar hidup tak terlalu sunyi, semua layak didengar, patut disapa - Mereka nan bingung, frustasi, - Ibu-ibu “Kamisan” nanyakan anaknya, - Bakar diri depan istana hingga jahit mulut dibawah tenda. - Tak pula layak bocah dipenjara, sementara koruptor berkeliaran. - Seribu sandal jepit, mari usung ke Polda, penawar mutung… Demokrasi apa yang kita anut, bila masyarakat tidak lagi didengar ?

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II My grandchildren “How to distribute it fairly?” That‟s the ultimate question!!! There shouldn‟t be wide gap Between earth and sky though not necessarily the same …. Watch for both quantity and quality Justice in welfare Guided by conscience… In all fields, no more, Hunger from malnutrition Student victims of school break down Rejected poor patients for insufficient fee So that lives aren‟t too lonely All deserved to be greeted and heard They who are confused and frustrated „Thursday‟ mothers asking for their lost children The extremists – from self-burning To mouth-sewing under tents Children indecently imprisoned While corruptors walk freely Thousands of sandals Let‟s bring them to Police Stations to heal their hurt-feeling…. What democracy we believe If common people are no longer heard?

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III Cucu-cucuku, Politik serta ekonomi belaka, tak sanggup lagi, menenangkan keresahan itu... Nuranilah keadilan, perhalus dengan taqwa, Sidharta Gautama memutuskan bertapa... Telah kulihat partai-partai berenggutan Memainkan sikut dan tendangannya Sumpah serapah, memaki... Berkilah, menebar uang ! Surat palsu berkeliaran, Bau busuk mengendus, KPU dan MK saling menuduh Demokrasi kita, tergradasi ”urakan”. Indonesia kini, dicekam kuku-kuku tajam, darahpun telah muncrat... Rintihan disekap dilupakan, Retorika ke retorika, Janji ke janji, Akan ke akan, nanti ke nanti, dusta ke dusta...

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III. My grandchildren, Simply Politics and Economics Can no more calm the restless down Live true justice Soften with faith Sidharta Gautama decided to live As an ascetic…….. I‟ve seen political parties in dispute Play with their elbows and kicks Curse Scold Deny Bribe Letters of forgery haunt around Rotten odor sniffs Election committee and Constitutional Court accuse each other Our democracy is downgraded by “rowdiness” Indonesia is now Gripped by claws Blood burst out…. Moans are locked up to be forgotten From rhetoric to rhetoric Promise to promise Will to will Later to later Lies to lies……

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Penghancuran ini, dari dalam diri kita sendiri... Tunggu saatnya, di altar waktu, semua kan terbuka... Cucu-cucuku, Semoga aku masih ada, bersila bersamamu, di 2025 nanti.

Jakarta, 4-1-2011

KPU : Komisi Pemilihan Umum MK : Makamah Konstitusi

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This destructions is From inside ourselves…… There will come the moment On the altar of time When all will break free…. My grandchildren I hope to still be here Sitting with you with legs crossed In year 2025 Jakarta, January 4th 2011

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PAMFLET CINTA

Kutulis selebaran ini Telanjang, tanpa sampul Kurangkum kasmaran cinta Kulantun, kusiulkan, sepanjang hari, selama perjalanan Betapapun sederhananya Mawar merah erat ditangan Memujanya ...... Bibir negeri, sumbing dicium tsunami Kepundan yang murka, melelehi lembah Asap kemarau lahan gambut Wajah lingkungan dicemari lumpur Semburan gasnya, mematikan Negeriku berwajah kere, Tak lagi bermartabat. Rusuk, pelipis, selangka, belikat, menonjol kotor Dengkul goyah, terseok Sebut malapetaka semaumu Kucicipi semuanya sudah Namun... Segemingpun cintaku tak berubah, berpaling

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PAMPHLET OF LOVE

I wrote this flyer Naked, without a cover I concluded romance of love I sing, whistle it all day long All the way No matter how simple it is Red roses tightly in hands Worshipping her….. The lips of land are chipped from Tsunami kiss Angry craters overflow valleys Smoke of dry season from turf area The face of environment is messy with mud Its spray of gas is lethal My country has a desperate face Without dignity anymore Ribs, temples, collarbone, scapula are dirtily protruding Knees are not stable, dragging Mention any disaster you want I have tasted them all However….. Not an inch of my love Changes, turns round

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BIODATA

Nama Lahir Tanggal Pendidikan

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Ibrahim Astar Siregar Bagan Siapi-api 15 Maret 1939 - SD Negeri V, Sibolga - SMP Negeri II, Medan - SMA Negeri III, Medan - Fakultas Ekonomi UI Jakarta, Drs 1963 - Dept of Economics, University of Wisconsin Madison USA, MScec. 1971. - Workshop State Enterprises Harvard Business School Cambridge, MA, USA, Summer 1972

Pensiunan Pengajar Fakultas Ekonomi Universitas Indonesia, Jakarta Putera-puteri lima, yang tertua puteri meninggal di Palembang dalam usia tujuh bulan Cucu-cucu sembilan, tujuh lelaki, dua perempuan Menetap di Jakarta Karya karya : 1. Nyanyian Kehidupan 2. Bertutur Aku Dalam Balada 3. Permata Kehidupan, sajak-sajak lansia bersama M.S. Hutagalung. 4. Tatkala Puisi Tak Lagi Dibaca 5. Renungan Dipergantian Tahun 6. Demokrasi Menuju Padu 7. Rintihan Pertiwi

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Name : Ibrahim Astar Siregar Place of birth : Bagan Siapi-api Date of birth : March 15, 1939 Educational Background: 1. Elementary School, Sibolga 2. Junior High School, Medan 3. Senior High School, Medan 4. Faculty of Economics, University of Indonesia, Drs, 1963 5. Department of Economisc, University of Wisconsin, Madison, USA, MecSc 1971 6. Workshop State Enterprises, Harvard Business School, Cambridge, MA, USA, Summer 1972 Retired lecturer from Faculty of Economics University of Indonesia, Jakarta. 5 children, the oldest daughter passed away in Palembang at the age of 7 months 9 grandchildren, 7 grand sons, 2 grand daughters Lives in Jakarta Books: 1. Songs of Life, 2. Talking Am I in Ballads, 3. Gemstones of Life, Poems of The Elderly with M.S. Hutagalung 4. When Poems are no more read 5. Reflection in the turn of year, 6. Democracy toward Unity 7. Motherland Blues 244