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sesungguhnya seseorang bisa disebut mandiri
bukan lantaran ia sudah tidak lagi meminta
tapi karena ia sudah memberi harapan
akan kembali memberi

Untukmu Penguasa
baca dan renungkanlah untuk anak cucumu kelak

sejak jaman belanda dulu
aturan dibuat hanya untuk kepentingan kekuasaan
hingga hari ini mewarisi aturan itu
sedikit sekali aturan baru
yang dibuat atas dasar kasih sesama
apalagi untuk masa depan anak cucu kita
yang kelak mewarisi
segala kelakuanmu yang tak layak

dengan dasar aturan yang baku
berjalanlah kezaliman ini dengan tertib dan prosedural
menjadi sesuatu yang kokoh dan arogan
tidak terbantahkan oleh adzan sekalipun

satu pertanyaan dari diri rakyat kecil ini
apakah anak cucumu kelak akan sepertimu?
ataukah dirimu masih mempunyai
sisi kecil yang penuh kasih
berharap anak cucumu kelak
menjadi pemimpin yang tidak rakus
dan menggunakan aturan untuk kekuasaannya?

Ego
for you to hear

hidup gw buat loe semua di sekitar gw
orang-orang yang gw sayangi dan gw benci
cuma satu harapan gw
loe semua bisa ngerti berbagi
gak cuma sekedar omong di belakang doang
kalo gw mau minta banyak sama loe semua
gw minta balikin hidup gw
balikin hidup gw buat diri gw sendiri
gw yakin gak bisa loe semua kasi itu
fahami apa aja yang udah gw lakuin
syukuri karena hari ini gw masih ada
mungkin besok gw dah gak ada
semoga spirit gw masih tetep sama loe semua
i luv all of u

As You Like It
no fear shakespeare

The whole world is a stage, and all the men and women merely actors. They have their exits and their entrances, and in his lifetime a man will play many parts, his life separated into seven acts.

In the first act he is an infant, whimpering and puking in his nurse’s arms.

Then he’s the whining schoolboy, with a book bag and a bright, young face, creeping like a snail unwillingly to school.

Then he becomes a lover, huffing and puffing like a furnace as he writes sad poems about his mistress’s eyebrows.

In the fourth act, he’s a soldier, full of foreign curses, with a beard like a panther, eager to defend his honor and quick to fight. On the battlefield, he puts himself in front of the cannon’s mouth, risking his life to seek fame that is as fleeting as a soap bubble.

In the fifth act, he is a judge, with a nice fat belly from all the bribes he’s taken. His eyes are stern, and he’s given his beard a respectable cut. He’s full of wise sayings and up-to-the-minute anecdotes: that’s the way he plays his part.

In the sixth act, the curtain rises on a skinny old man in slippers, glasses on his nose and a money bag at his side. The stockings he wore in his youth hang loosely on his shriveled legs now, and his bellowing voice has shrunk back down to a childish squeak.

In the last scene of our play—the end of this strange, eventful history—our hero, full of forgetfulness, enters his second childhood: without teeth, without eyes, without taste, without everything.