Poetry Story - Behind a Hero Call

Behind a Hero Call

Fog...
In the memory of the turbulent upheaval
Cloudy...
Was it raining hard
Flooding the thirst for independence
He who is all there is waiting for the decision of the Sacred

Attached ...
Free or dead Allahu Akbar
Your throne sounds deeper into the soul
In a spiky bamboo invasion fused
You continue to Call the Scriptures
You shouted the fighting spirit for the sake of the land
You dearly relieve the daggers
For the motherland

Now you see ...
Red black your native land
The bloodshed of the vicious invaders
Your neck is not worth it
The shade is always in your heart
For the eternal independence of Indonesia