behind the dead bamboo trees
a little girl with hat of ashes, sandals of dust
peeping at the red bloody wound of the dawn
her crystal eyes unable to penetrate her hope
unable to slice the dense grey smog
to find her dad and her mom
who went along with the dust
buried in the cleavage of rage
under the great fury of the earth
a little girl with hat of ashes and sandals of dust
sat in silence musing quietly to herself
when mt. sinabung was desirous
of making love to her village's land
his thundering breath blanketed the earth's life veins
leaving over the misery
gave birth to a million pain
that devoured my little girl's dreams
all her hopes were covered
in the angry ashes of the mighty mountain
chewing and crashing her strength
till her wound and her misery complete...
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