My Life

Wind blows slowly

The wet of water

The hot of fire

The hard of ground

My life, surround me

Part of my life

Even it’s, my wife

I am happy

I am hungry

There’s no attention

From the government

My life, the fucking government

The don’t see me

My life

I am still hungry

Jember, 17 November 2011

Aditya Prahara