I KNOW NOT I know not the way to answer Neither the way to fear For the angry are made killers The fearful are made victims And I have forseen what will come As what will come Will make all the living and the dead Be afraid in their desperation I know not any way To ease, to worry, nor to weep For all are in the error of truth Thus this is my heart That bleeds in agony, Too painful to compromise This world of imperfection, Indonesia Imelda Atmojo
Reason for writing:
This poem was made when the crisis in Indonesia occured. As an
Indonesian who lives in Australia, I felt very confused about
how to respond to this situation in my home country. Thus the
poem describes my feelings of confusion.
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