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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=479649" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Under The Banner of Reformation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=479649" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A don’t know<br>What I’m happy<br>Or suffering<br>Every time<br>When last night<br>I had dreamed about you <br>When my wife <br>Had been fast asleep<br>After watch the last film on TV<br>Where all children were lied on the floor<br>While the vane of fan rotary<br>Along night<br>Ah, hot wheatear<br>In draught</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=479649" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I have been waiting for along time<br>Your desirable hair coil<br>On the old rattan chair<br>My hand to and fro open<br>The old magazine<br>Which full of photos of Soekarno<br>With his baldheaded<br>Suffered in the army jail<br>He had been lost their adoration<br>Democracy and freedom grow<br>A moment and then fade off<br>We have to think in uniform<br>In the whole archipelago<br>After its creativity had been fade off<br>And changed with praise <br>To the national leaders<br>Aught, its already done<br>Changed a revolution word<br>With development of cities<br>Highway juts from point to point<br>Among archipelago with chain of debt<br>Strangulation on our neck<br>Which paid by our whole natural resources<br>And perspiration of our people</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=479649" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">To day, Soeharto had been lied<br>With his own prison, had been traped<br>Which his own deed, decrepit and aching<br>While the people who praised in his decade of his powers, sit in rocking chair, pretend think to the people destiny<br>In the mids of economical crisis, eartquake, ooze, flood, Tzunami <br>and smoke from the forest frazzle<br>who sit in the chair of Five Star Hotel<br>drink a cup of coffee, beer, and whisky<br>his eyes ball greedy gobble core of strephtese <br>till daybreak<br>agh, heve you finished your hair coils<br>you went out from the door with pink kebaya<br>with beatutiful hair coils<br>but why riding bicycle alone<br>ain’t I’m already to pick up you<br>for going to the churh</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Prasetya+Utama">Prasetya Utama</a></strong></div>