Easter is over
No problem
It's like a knife that's cutting
Our indifference to humanity
So this trivial pain
Endangered by the world's temptations
In a clear liver chamber
Looks his own face is dull
A place to grow grudges
Where is the tenderness of feelings
who ever sow the prophets?
May need a pointy water beak
To pierce our stone soul
To be truly close to God
No need to shout
Until soul crack
Easter is over
Let it be
There is a poem of Mario F. Lawi on the coffee side
There is a anthology of Rahel's stories at the feet of Kitty
Ita Siregar will not go to heaven alone
Kitty - photograph by Kef
Jakarta, April 3, 2018
