INDEPENDENCE is not merely a word for August. We are constantly urged to reflect on it—even though often we cannot do this. Reflection is not an easy thing. We hear loudspeakers in the distance blaring sermons, and from our neighbors’ televisions the chatter of idiotic soap dramas. Maybe this is the moment to read a poem.
In particular, a poem by Toto Sudarto Bachtiar:
Kemerdekaan adalah tanah air dan laut semua suara