
Adopted from. Inspired by. The late WS Rendra's Gugur.
She's crawling.
Over the earth that she loves. That no longer loves her.
No longer can no force prop her erect.
She has let go with a smile.
The last blood will drop from her belly button.
Onto the chest of her enemy who stole.
She's crawling.
Over the earth that she loves.
She's old now.
With wounds all over.
She's screaming:
"Look, the dawn is here!"
She's looking down.
"Oh my beautiful mother, i'll hug you forever and ever!"
She's looking up.
She's realizing.
That light was no dawn.
But blazing fire over this greasy earth.
She's crawling.
With wounds all over.
This earth she loves.
This ground is burning.
Burnt.
But she's no orphan.
A mother beneath her.
Gives her milk.
Drop. By. Drop.
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