THE ANALOGY

(Heavily inspired by The Hand-Anabel Diana)

There’s a place that’s owned by a “big” landlord, we all know who it is

With his fat hands, he scoops the wealthy life out of his renter

Not just wealth, apparently he took their free-life too

He took so much that people can’t pay rent anymore

But he still asked for more and more

He didn’t just ask, he acted

People clutch at the crumbs of the life they once had before

Before they’ve been forced to get naked, in summer, in winter

The body’s cold and hot, but none dares to oppose

Our children got poisoned, and soon it’ll be us too

Every time he opens his mouth it’s so cruel, it’s a disaster

Flapping his wings all around the corner just to show how he works

Every time someone dares to oppose him

He lays a hand on their families, their future, their dreams

A scratch, a drop of blood, a massacre begins

A sarcastic remark, a different opinion, a disobedience, a rebellion

As livestock in this big farm, we line up just to get slaughtered for their needs

A sacrifice to satisfy their greedy ass

A tool to achieve the goals

He needs our voices to vote, yet not a single word from us is heard

He says he wanted to bring prosperity and a bright future for us, yet he’s the one that killed us and robbed the future from our hands

The smile, the laugh, the little odd dance

He does it over our deaths

The visit, the fake persona, the blue shirt

It’s so infuriating, so frustrating

Every time he writes a new rule

Everybody’s cheering like it’s something special

Even though we all know at the end all of us have to die in his hands

He’s holding a small world in his chubby fingers

Spinning it around to see those lands he expects to be his own

Every time he picks up a white cat and pets it

Everybody praises his gentle act like it’s something worth being

But was it gentle when he ran to Yordania

Or was it a cowardly act because he ran away to save himself?

And, such a person that’s not capable of ensuring his own safety, how could he make sure his people are safe from his hands?

Every time I open my mouth, I say sarcastic remarks

About everything he has done in the past or for the future

Still in my place, too scared to take a real action

Cause once I made a move my future’s on the edge of a cliff

One thing goes wrong and I will lose all of it

But standing frozen in place does nothing but delay the punishment

Of witnessing a mass killing happen in the name of “a better way to create peace”

The keyboard, fingers playing, trying write something more real

The cold weather, the smell of blood around the neighborhood

The sound of guns, the bullets dropped to the ground, the tear gas filling the fresh air

Th e screams, and cries, and the begging for life , to spare, to go, to be free

The running, the roads, the people that are left for good in the pool of red liquid

Every time I open my eyes and wake up, it’s a new day

I’m like a bird ready to fly just to get shot by the hunter

Every time I pleaded to save my life I got beaten

And every time others did too they vanished without a trace

Every time we asked for help they say: “wait, and keep waiting!”

There’s a literal sign that says it’s on pending

I prayed to anything that time will catch up to him

But it ended up walking side by side with us everyday

Every time I wish something would change to be better

There’s always something bad happening in the next second

It’s like happiness was never a part of my life , ever since he appeared and was chosen to lead this fallen country

Penulis : Feggy Ramadhani Putri

Editor : Ferlisya Andini