Sleepless In Jakarta
My name is Syasi.
98% of this blog is taken directly from my brain.
I wrote this poem of fascination with their album “This Is War”. It would be great if this goes around until one of them reads this because I love the band and I think they’re equivalent to MUSE. I’m really bad at giving titles but this one should be given a name. Yeah I sound like a total freak now but this one should exist in people’s lives.
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What If We Use AK-47?
by Anastasia Anindya Uli
War is war,
nothing more,
or maybe just something less
that puts our souls to the test.
Bullets and guns will fire
something we’ll never admire
and memories of painful history
that will never make a good story.
While canons blast and people die,
what kinds of things might whisper and live?
Our voices not heard over bombs,
our beats neglected over power.
And peace will never make its way home,
not why, not how, not where.
Lost, maybe, in the pits of the dead
lying lifeless and hollow on its cold rotten bed.
