30.
Anisah
Independence
The poet tread heavily
Stumbling, hobbling
Tireless
Not failing
Not reaping a commotion
Ready to pitch
Dance in a palace of peace
Sway on martial arts
Flocking they strafe
Barking with a million notes
Hang on the catwalk
Stuck in the mud of dreams
No one cares
Even though you are hungry
Nobody gave you
Even if it's just a mud cake
Keep wailing
In the arms slashed
Unconsciously then vibrate
Whole body sweat
Reach the reeds
Weapons surging in their chests
Magelang, August 2019
Anisah, a teacher at a tsanawiyah madrasa, writes reports and news in Rindang magazine
from 2010 to 201, the editor of anthology poetry students from 2010 to 2014. Writing in poetry anthology books in 2017, 2018 and 2019.
Anisah
Independence
The poet tread heavily
Stumbling, hobbling
Tireless
Not failing
Not reaping a commotion
Ready to pitch
Dance in a palace of peace
Sway on martial arts
Flocking they strafe
Barking with a million notes
Hang on the catwalk
Stuck in the mud of dreams
No one cares
Even though you are hungry
Nobody gave you
Even if it's just a mud cake
Keep wailing
In the arms slashed
Unconsciously then vibrate
Whole body sweat
Reach the reeds
Weapons surging in their chests
Magelang, August 2019
Anisah, a teacher at a tsanawiyah madrasa, writes reports and news in Rindang magazine
from 2010 to 201, the editor of anthology poetry students from 2010 to 2014. Writing in poetry anthology books in 2017, 2018 and 2019.