Bring Back My Language

My language is gone,

washed away by the wind of history

which hit the islands

Did you find it?

I did not ask him back, but

tell the truth,

that your language is a gift from me

I did not ask him back.

In the village hole is still echoing

like a trumpet of the world

My language, where will you be

Undoubtedly we meet one day

why you change the name

Bring home my language.

Banda Aceh, 6 August 2017.

By Thayeb Loh Angen

@peradabandunia

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