To Percy B. Shelley
and to the people of Merapi, Mentawai and Wasior
Song of open road
Pretty lonely and cold
Am I pilgrim of underworld?
Weep not and be hold
Song of Necessity
Inside cloud of Fearful Symmetry
Is this land of poverty?
So many fights and mutiny
Song of revolution
Rebel, chaos and natural evolution
Polluted mind upon nations
Promotheus Unbound
Song of misery
In the land of prosperity
Filled with wounds, sorrow and agony
Do I feel so unlucky?
Song of open road
I am too old to spout blood
In the age of glowing gold
So weep not and be hold.
(1998/2010)