Poem

BILINGUAL
THOUSAND ONE OF THE NOBLE STATE OF THE NOBLE
Muklis Puna

One thousand stories written on the rainbow
So the witness at dusk picks up the night
In the tomb of your destiny creeps hunt lust
The ax of the soldier's shoes swallowed his lonely night
The pace of stepping down a shabby corridor spreads death

The tip of the bayonet is ripping the corners of the city
The children are joyous in the scent of blood
Inhale smoke pollution from an elongated war machine

The cries of the condor birds roared for life
Night grasps anxiety
The little boy shivered in a frightened embrace
A blanket half pole covered the body

The owner of a cowboy hat rides the country with a tyranny of tyranny
The death project is deployed on a stretch of land
The holy countries are slaughtered through genocid politics
Jews danced on the suffering of the martyrs
Little angels are forced to repel the invaders with a shabby catapult

O ruler of the land owner of a condor bird
Is a baby cry, a sacred woman raped,
mosque spattered by bullets, is it dessert entertainment?
Or the roar of death on our land is jazz music
your sleeper
Or maybe your eyes are always pampered with the ruins of the building
Or the lust of your eyes see the corpse of the corpse paraded towards the grave

Lhokseumawe, 16 Maretr 2018

SERIBU SATU KISAH NEGERI AMBIA
Muklis Puna

Seribu satu kisah tertulis pada pelangi
Jadi saksi saat senja menjemput malam
Dalam pusara takdir kalian merayap memburu nafsu
Kapak sepatu serdadu menelan sepi nya malam
Derap langkah menyusurur lorong kumuh menebar kematian

Ujung bayonet menggasak sudut- sudut kota
Bocah –bocah riang gembira dalam aroma darah
Menghirup polusi asap dari mesin perang yang memanjang

Pekikan burung kondor meraung menjaring nyawa
Malam mengenggam kecemasan
Bocah mungil menggigil di dipeluk ketakutan
Selimut setengah tiang menutup tubuh

Pemilik topi koboi menunggang negeri dengan tirani birahi
Proyek maut digelar di hamparan negeri
Negeri -negeri suci di sembelih lewat politik genocid
Yahudi menari di atas derita para syuhada
Malaikat kecil dipaksa mengusir penjajah dengan ketapel lusuh

Wahai penguasa negeri pemilik burung kondor
Apakah tangisan bayi, wanita suci diperkosa,
mesjid diludahi peluru, itu hiburan makanan penutup?
Atau raungan besi maut di atas negeri kami itu musik jaz
penghantar tidurmu
Atau mungkin mata mu selalu di manjakan dengaan reruntuhan bagunan
Atau nafsu matamu melihat keranda mayat diarak menuju kubur

Lhokseumawe, 16 Maret 2018