Monas

Ah
ku megah
Indah berdebu
Kuman juga tak lekang
Dari mukaku tua nan usang
Terpahat memancang ibu
Sendiri tak ada peduli
Bertikar bumi
Berkelambu
Langit;
Ku kini
Ku ini
Masih
Sendiri
Teman
mana
peduli.
Terima
Langit
Ayah
Bumi
Ibu
Tanah
Air;
Cinta
sekarang masih tegak sendiri walau angin semilir lirih
hujan bertabur deras namun membawa luka nan perih
Indonesia tidak berdiri tegak sepertiku
Apa ku harus tumbang selayaknya?
Karena hancur pun tak ada peduli
Terbengkalai aku jadi bangkai
Hingga ibu kota mati lapuk
Menjadi kosong tak bermateri
Ku lelah mengawasi; ku penat menatapi
Indonesia tetapkah menjadi ironis dunia keji begini?

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