Workers at the Dawn

Its so damn early morning

Last word of the dawn prayer had just fading up

Feet, millions of feet

Lined up at the wet misty asphalt

 

They lined up within the lead-laden smoke, Voldermort-like, but

their sweet children smile and ask: go

They lined up when the moon was still staring at the asphalt, but

all the book pages should be filled up

They lined up under the heavy rain, but

No one withstand unless Semeru and Merapi, others gone already

They want to spare themselves from all those things even for one day, but

Seconds never stop

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