Hello, Garuda Pancasila.
A creature that is so majestic and strong,
Ridden only by the Divinity.
A core of my country’s ideology.
A symbol of unity in diversity.
Or so I was told.
All those years in school, I was recited over your magnificence.
Through the books, I was serenaded about your greatness.
Everywhere I looked, I only saw your noble purpose.
Little did I know, I was a fool,
Unity in diversity comes with pages of conditional clause.
Only if we share the same faith.
Only if your skin’s shade is no fairer.
Only if you bound to the circle.
Something I used to hold dear,
turns out to be a mere fairy tale, an imaginary being, no
better than unicorn.
A little bird whispered to my ear,
They told me you’re only asleep, ready to be awoken.
Another bird came,
And said you were left abandoned, unused, rumpled.
Hey you, mystical bird of mine.
I hope you will show up in time.
Before we ought to paint our skin just to walk in the street,
Before we ought to betray our heart to sing a song,
Before we ought to thread another bare to cover our scars.
Xoxo,
A lilliputian sneaking through giants tries to wake you
up.
