We Love Our Country So Much That....

I have seen many types of people and the way of they expressing their country pride. I mean, who doesn't love their country?

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I'm the type of people who wants to love, and really love, my country, but don't really want to love it so much. Some people don't even realize that they over fanatizing their country so much, especially in my country. Some of them even brutally tries to rule this whole country to a whole new system based on one religion (even though they basically know that the hero of our country fought for this many years ago so that we can have religion and culture diversity).

You will find these problems : "llegal forest logging, corruption, drugs, prostitution, irresponsible government, bad behavior public figures, pollution, rape, animal abuse, bad infrastructure" in aaany corner of our country. But yet, i still love em. Unconditionally. Because my whole life won't be the same if i was born in a different world. Do i wish to borned in another country? well.. yes actually. I wanna be latino. Their drinks and coctails are great but they can not be compared with the unique and delicious taste in my country.

So i wanna share a little poem that i found when i was digging my old files :

Kemanapun aku pergi

Dimanapun aku berbakti

Rumahku, asalku, hanyalah Satu

Di saat kita sibuk membeda-bedakan

Di saat kita mampu namun dibutakan

Tidakkah Lelah dengan semua dengki dan dendam?

Apalah arti limpah darah itu

Apakah arti pengorbanan itu

Jika pada akhirnya yang diperjuangkan justru dipecahkan

Puisi ini tak akan berarti

Jamanpun akan berganti lagi

Untuk apakah potensi ini, jika terus menutup diri

English translate :

Wherever I go

Wherever I serve

My home, my origin, is only One

When we are busy differentiating

At times we are capable but blinded

Aren't you Tired of all the envy and grudges?

What's the meaning of the abundance of blood

What is the meaning of sacrifice

If in the end what is being fought for is resolved

This poetry is meaningless

Times will change again

What is this potential for, if you continue to close yourself off