Bring Back My Language
My language is gone,
washed away by the wind of history
which hit the islands
Did you find it?
I did not ask him back, but
tell the truth,
that your language is a gift from me
I did not ask him back.
In the village hole is still echoing
like a trumpet of the world
My language, where will you be
Undoubtedly we meet one day
why you change the name
Bring home my language.
Banda Aceh, 6 August 2017.
By Thayeb Loh Angen
@peradabandunia
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