He was ten
Wore a nice pants
Walked through the crowd
With smile on hold
Cheer in his face
Cheered up the whole space
Suddenly its swept
Nothing kept
All the smiles lost
All the laughter crossed
Bomb exploded
Fire burned
He couldn't see the blue of the skies
Only darkness in his two tiny eyes
He couldn't hear the laugh of those birds
Only screams he was heard
He couldn't feel the cool of the Sunday morning
Only felt the heat of the fire-burning
He couldn't feel his legs again
Two of them were bloodstained
He felt lonely
Mommy and daddy nursed critically
He felt alone
His lovely big bro was gone
Too much times he spent on
Restrained the hurt he tasted on
08.12 'o clock
Everything seemed black and blocked
He blew the last breath
Then forever sleep
— lex
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Puisi di atas aku dedikasikan untuk Nathan dan Evan, korban ledakan bom di Gereja Katolik Santa Maria Tak Bercela Surabaya pekan lalu.
Selamat jalan Nathan dan Evan, semoga kamu tenang dalam pangkuan-Nya 🙏😇
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Him
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