the land that becomes red

unusual weather

hazily, hungry babies cry

angry people are cursing the destiny

the blood rain

fall down on their face

people missing directions

they lose their way

they walk on the land that becomes red

their faces look tired

their eyes bleary and their eyelids blackened

dear, my country

now, angry people just live in there

beloved motherland no longer becomes their home

just a barren field

with soil that becomes red

Jakarta, 2016