M U R D E R

1965
I am a pool of water 
Waiting for your body 
To hide its shame 
Through intimidation 

In this archipelago 
Of 17000 islands 
I am the island 
The island of the dead 

I am the rooster 
Crowing at dawn
Waking up the soul 
That has died in a war 

I am the boat 
Carrying the dead 
Between the lonely islands 
The islands stranded by God

So you ask 
Where is your heart 
And I repeat 
The words you cannot hear 

I am the dying 
The child in a furnace 
Withering into nothing 
Shrunken by the sun's rays 

MURDER

For 

I am 1965 
I am indonesia 
I will not be silenced