Aim the bow of hope right in the eye of time
Released arrows far away
Hurt the hue of the twilight who is in a dilemma in the uncertainty of the wave of day and the seduction of night.
The darkness forces the sparrow to sleep with a gloomy face
While the bats meet wandering around the night.
The night is too dark for rupiah scavengers who budget,
Walking in the stinging sting of pebbles without light, without direction and blindness,
So that a sheet of paper with numbers is more meaningful than love.
Smooth skin, thick make-up milling about on the storefront,
Selling a distinctive smile on distended stomachs with beautiful steps while whispering open bo.
If this night passes quickly,
Said the dawn on time.
Darkness has taken sincere laughter replaced by lust,
Until the solemn weekend night is now gray.
Ambon, 03 November 2021