An Ode to the Birthday President
You were once an impossible dream for the nation,
An uncustomary diamond,
And exceptional phenomenon.
Working your fingers to the bone,
You are giving yourself as a person,
More than just a president.
It still feels like a dream turned on;
Thank you, and happy birthday, Mr. President!
President Joko Widodo
Eyeing yourself brings you to amazing worlds.
You find places which you dare not see;
Dreams like tales as old as time,
Hidden in the depths of heart.
You meet personage whom you haven’t seen;
The one with strength and courage like a flame,
Hidden in the cave of fear.
Eyeing yourself brings you to the real you.
“Listen to me,”
Said the little girl, in confidence.
“I have a voice;
It might be tiny, but never insignificant.
It’s the voice of hope, wrapped in faith,
Believing it shall make a difference,
For the sake of my fellow beings,
Now and in the years to come.”
She lifted her hand,
And raised her voice again,
“Listen to my voice!”
Always breaks the imprisoning barrier;
Never gets tired of being unconventional.
Is a courage carrier;
Not a coward at all!
Sometimes it feels too good to be true,
A dream comes true,
In the waiting in decades;
When a flame of courage consumes wickedness,
Abolishing the notorious atrociousness,
That eats up the nation.
Courage always draws the universe’s wholehearted attention.
They blatantly assume that they have put out the flame.
They ignorantly believe that there is no more candle to be lit.
They insanely turn the tables and turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to the truth.
They notoriously conspire to wreck the established virtue.
Love, always overpowers fear and intimidation.
Hope, always lights the candles.
And faith, always shields the weak.