Tjak Owob
I can’t even ask your name
I can’t cross my intention
I can’t cry with looking at your lawful violence
How beautiful
How warm
How close
how far
I don’t care company or anything
Even I do understand, I don’t understand
If it’s attacking me
I can’t look at it tears
A command wrapp up with madness
I saw violence, I didn’t frightened.
No harm inside of me
Is it too hard to come to me without mask?
Is there any voice of nameless people?