NOTE OF TORN REFORM
On May 21, 1998
The palace proclaimed
Twenty-five-year-old lye
Down, not hereditary
Speechy speech
Missing the country
Reform crawling baby
Now not standing
In the frenzy of the sovereignty procession
The locomotive body took turns
His soul is flogging
Scattered in the old bush
Until the broom is broken one after another
Clean up corruption, collusion, nepotism every day
But the young leaves are falling
More wind from the tree that has been buried
You must be traumatized on the trail then
But unable to stare everywhere in pain
Needs steel eroded dumb
In the hearts and minds of new buds
If you keep it this way
The rotting silam will be the queen
Tearing off paper-only prosperity
On May 21, 2018