The Fallen Scales

(NOTE: This poem is written during my Creative Writing final exam, 3 days after May 9).

Once upon a time in Suvarnabhumi,

The blind hulubalang worked day and night;

Guarding the fortress of an autonomy -

- and old hexagon that is blue and white.

Thanks to the slick imperial seduction,

The Bendahara had his lust on fire;

He turned this land into millions of faction,

Using the arrows of paranoia.

Tired of the shameless attack that happened,

All the jelata retaliated;

They didn't use Taming Sari as weapon,

Just small crosses waiting to be counted.

A new morning begins with a smiling sun,

The red and white hibiscus blooms proudly;

This battle of power is finally won,

By the people who fought wholeheartedly.

#KuasaRakyat

#PowerToThePeople