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A leaderless country is perceived when cases of people are wrapped around and require the role of a leader who protects and protects is not felt.Hundreds of farmers still survive for months in front of the House of Representatives building demanding rights to land and land that suddenly renamed ownership.
The last resort they have taken to denounce their fate to the House and a number of related ministries.Instead they got the answer, to this day their voices evaporate like a sea breeze.At first breezy, the breeze then passed.
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The fate of the people has not changed, as the emergence of various laws that increasingly ensnare farmers, fishermen and other poor people.Law No.25 / 2007 on capital security, Law no.41/1999 on forestry, Law no.18/2004 on plantations, Law no 7/2004 on coastal and small islands, Law no.4/2009 on coal minerals.All these laws have made the people finally deal with the power and power of capital owners.They end up limping their lives in their own homeland, in the middle of a field that eventually wipes out and belongs to a particular company.
The people then become spectators on the land that actually becomes his own.In fact, not infrequently they eventually become workers in their own fields, or if they are apes, then they are evicted without ever knowing why.Hunger kerab becomes a chronic disease that makes the people's self-defenses weakened.On the supposedly rich land, the death of the keris welcomed them.It could be in the name of hunger or because they are trying to regain their own land.
Land that became the source of life of the people slowly but surely increasingly away.People's landmarks are magically moved.Society is no longer involved in managing land in its area.Suddenly the customary lands changed ownership.The lands are then transformed into oil palm plantations or then converted into mining land.
In an uncertain situation, where people should ask?To the village government, to the bupati, the governor, the president?Everyone shook their heads, the people seemed to be talking to a dead object.While the stomach continues to struggle for rice quota.Instead they can plant their own land, now their land grew banners and fully armed officers.
Then under the pretext of the people seizing the land, they were fired upon.Their blood then dries on palm land, above the rocks that are now transformed into gold and silver.Above the land that once planted sweet potatoes and rice.They groaned, alone in an increasingly choked silence.
Where was the government then?When should they defend the people?where, in fact, the people are allowed to fight in life and die alone.In fact, the state only speaks on the pulpit of natural wealth to be used for the welfare of the people, for regional development and for prosperity.They can only speak like that.
When their voices reached the door of Senayan, it did not get clarity of fate.The politicians turned around, greeted the uninhabitable tents.Their perfume burst into the sweat of Jambi and Lampung farmers.Only for a moment did they give hope, as it were.But as the winds blew and their perfume disappeared, hope did not come.
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Sew mouth, self-immolation, mass action, turned out to be a spectacle in this leaderless country.It seems to be a common thing when the peasants, fishermen, laborers then live hard.As if it had become a destiny for them to continue to feel hungry and get rid of this earth.They only survive and want to maintain a piece of their heritage land.That's it, they do not want to control much more, they do not want to dredge these natural resources up to the pores of the earth.They just want to feel the results of the earth as before, when the ancestors always leave the story of how fertile and prosperous this agrarian land.
Like a boat, this country is being shaken and shaken.Where the passengers try to survive with all the strength, but no captain.Still then the current brings, even if the wind continues blowing hard will undoubtedly sink.Glory, the wealth of this country will only be a fairy tale and can only be written in history books without ever leaving a trail of civilization more human.
