My Hero Falls | Tebuireng Online

My Hero Falls
ringing, dusty
scattering bullets
the sky blackened
laterite

tears become a population
blood becomes the most dominant fertilizer
rocket against bamboo
while artillery with sickles

the plane is being chased by catapults
while the battle armor with the scarf is faded
a battle between Gema Takbir and a company of marines
between technology and sharpened bamboo

back and forth, the roar of the engine running topsy-turvy is accompanied by the sound of remembrance
one lead pierced the chest
the dashing one penetrates perfectly
flowers fall wither
my hero fell

Horrible Memory
Between a beret and a cap
between the tank and the cattle transport truck
fighter planes with rice drums

Mallaby’s instructions were against Kiai’s instructions
harmonics that never find synchronization
different currents that never know negotiation
and the way home does not know the word peace

steep, stabbing, stabbing, not bending to each other
competing bravely with scales that never measure up
dilemma between blooming flowers
and crown buds

fragrant land
or the soil that buries

sad, dumb, and tense
became the most terrible memory record
throughout life throughout history

growing children and grandchildren
May the name of your ancestors be fragrant
in the land and eternal heaven

Track Records
About eyelids
who has been able to translate
beyond sight
a long sleep that has found its end

the dark story of that morning
and bright morning today
typical Pawon clay stoves steaming
a little dark but calming

the aroma of wood smoke and coffee grounds
also friendly farm vegetables stacked with root vegetables
a plate of corn rice and local radio broadcasts
become a harmony of friendship that is pleasing to the eye

birds sing loudly
and the steps of farmers who do not want to be afraid of sowing
like hopes that were once pawned on the battlefield
pleasing every listening ear

warms the cold smile
melt the corners of the lips

which has long passed
hit by war, disaster and sorrow
the shoots have now grown

the hope that has been sown
hope that has found its light
independence that has borne fruit
track record of the nation’s warriors

Writer: Amalia Dwi Rahmah
Editor: Rara Zarary

Tebuireng Magazine