The waving flag of the old building
It was like an eagle forgotten by wind's fingers
Whose wings scratched for the red sky forever
Up to the color of twilight the country
Burnt by fire put out from its owners' heart -- the ones
Singing "Indonesia Raya" in all together. But
Their sound the hoarse trumpet's
Blown in the new years
Under the flag whose waving spirit
It Never reflected their ancestors'desire
-Sri Wintala Achmad-
