" poem for mom "
This poem is not only a graffiti wall .
he lives with my step ,
we share without sucking each other .
This poem mother , a reflection of my road ,
when my mother moved out of the house ,
you whisper a message in telingahku ,
" so it was a free man "
I replied with a smile ,
My chest puffed to convince you,
your message right with my life .
today I'm withstand shocks independence .
we raped the land thieves tie ,
they are more fond of menaikin Ferrari .
heard the cries of the people .
they are more fond towards europe .
of the view over the country ,
their mother , the pig must die !
I'm not alone mothers .
though not many , we are with the people .
not a few who come and go .
we believe the revolution is not a dream
we should have many and strong .
but the fun my friends with yourself .
the artists busy with her ??masturbation .
student fight until sekripsi .
workers and peasants still hidden behind the reformist .
steep and thorny road ,
be traveling .
hail of bullets and abduction .
Our opponent's threats .
with those who are hungry in the fertile soil .
they were driven from their own homes .
those who work in low- wage ,
those who understand the reality of
with their mother , we hoist the banner of Revolution .
next one will follow with red flowers .
thank you mom you taught me the truth , for you this poem , from son in overseas. !
