All It Means To Be an Indonesian…
April 19th, 2008 by star_wishes
I love being an INDONESIAN
I love my INDONESIA
NOW and FOREVER
There’s no other word but different
Races, Religions, languages, cultures
From Sabang to Merauke
From Batak to Dayak
We were one
We are one
I still remember the story
the story about how glourious Indonesia used to be
Together we’ll make Indonesia what we want it to be
we’ll make it come true
My Indonesia
That emerald archipelago on the equator
Your generations is too exhausted
they’re blinded by money
they’re too busy too take care of you
too busy enriching their saving accounts
as long as they can sleep and eat
they don’t care about anything else
We said that Indonesia is our home
but looked what we’ve done
Destroyed the garden
burned the trees
bombed the ponds
’til fish thet we ea5t is contaminated by the poision
made it dirty with the pollution, dust, and garbege
wasted our time by shopping at the mall, throwing away our money
while many of our brothers are starving
While flood, tsunami, and earthquake are destroying our home
while national debt keeps increasing
we admitted that we’re Indonesian
but we don’t know our own culture
but memorized other country’s cultures
‘who are you?’
‘are we Indonesian?’
‘we are Indonesian, aren’t we?’
“Indonesian people are the ones who think that we are all family and the ones who love their own family, who sacrifice their bodies and soul for their country, who are tolerant, who don’t mind being friends with anyone, who tret anyone equally.who don’t discriminate their family, the ones who are grateful of being different. the ones who love being Indonesian, because they want to. Not because They were born as.”
Sadness is covering this republic
When first time I thought
what do I feel?
WHAT I feel when I know that I was born as an Indonesian
Isn’t it happy?
what am I happy of?
All the people here are suffering because of the disaster…
Isn’t it Proud?
what am I proud of?
I haven’t done anything for my beloved country
Sad?
but Why?
knowing that God has given this country prosperity and a lot of natural resources
Or Satisfied
But It is comfortable, I choose
Indonesia is the place where my life begin and It’ll be where it end
Where I am being loved and loving the other
But How Can?
As if our holding hands streched out
I don’t even recognize Indonesia
that my grandma told me about
No Disaster
No War
All the Indonesian children played together
they didn’t asked their origin
But
we saw, didn’t we?
we saw Javanese
They are singing prayers for people in Banda
we heard
people in Ambon giving their food for earthquake victims in Jogja
We complete each other with our defferences
we know that an Indonesian heart beats in our blood
we are like butterflies
different, but when we’re together
very beautiful
we’re flying to the same destination
We are
spread all over this republic
to gather the pieces of unity and integrity
to stop the war between ethnics groups
and built this country with love
with love that that believes we can change anything
with love that will kill all prejudice and revenge
with faith, with respect
for all the tears that we shed
for all the pain that we’ve got to get freedom
for everything Indonesia has taught us
our minds are one
ane aim
our eyes are one
one vision
our mouths are one
one language
we’re different
Races
Religions
Cultures
But we’re all Indonesian
don’t you remember these words
the words thatremind me about our struggles
the words taht remids me about the day “august 17 1945″
the words that show me how it feels to be and Indonesian
“BHINEKA TUNGGAL IKA”
we’ve said that we would continue fighting and struggling
they fought a longtime ago
Soekarno, soetomo, Hatta
Now it’s our turn
believe us
there’s hope behind and Indonesian face
If before I was I had been asked by god in heaven:
“what do you want to be?”
“Do you want to be American, British or Japanese?”
“those country are very wealthy, and if you choose one of them you’ll be very lucky”
I would’ve answered
“Iwould like to be an Indonesian”
Here We Stay
Us
We’re all Indonesian
Here in the land and sea
That was built by Indonesian
honestly, this poem is ungrammatical, but it’s such a very wonderful and inspiring poem, reading this poem make me realize that as young generation of indonesia we should be proud of our own nation, if not us then who???? keep on stuggling in loving our nation
I recognize now that I was wrong to hate my country..
We can’t hate our country cause in this country we were born and had a nice life with our family, friends, neighbours and our brothers from other city in Indonesia.. Ok, we can disappointed of our country now, but in the future we must proud of it.. We must try to built our country better than now.. That’s our responsibility as the young generation of Indonesia, isn’t it?
to be proud of something need realize how much do we love it,
and as far as i know, i was so rude to my beloved country
i often complain about anything in indonesia,
but now, i realize n recognize that indonesia is the best and always be in my single part of brain n heart although i’ll be there almost 9 months later. i love my beloved indonesia so much.
as the young generation of indonesia, i’m proud that i still have many friends to build indonesia better better n better in many years ahead.