Rice fields are exchanged for money, buying shadows and wishful thinking
Hope depends on the face that keeps running
Become an ojek or sales promotion demands of the era
Being a farmer is not the harvest season anymore, looking for food on the streets
More stylish, selfie preening, immediate status update: single girl or widow?
Wearing sweat, mud and dust, full of energy, who would be difficult for farmers
Everyone depends on the fruit of his toil
Fruits, rice, and vegetables are lowered from the sky
The land here is planted with kiosks and kos-kosan, like sweet candy apartments
The flowers of rice become the flowers of money and debt
Banks thrive, moneylenders suck the marrow and heart
Lush homes flourish in paddy fields, forests and fields
Land Plants become narrower, air becomes sick, water more efficient in retail bottles in jajakan, some are waste, suddenly become sump, rice fields without water, Water flowing from chemical factories
The ground in the packaging is marketed, in pots placed, the farm machinery of the farmer's son and the farm laborer
his motion is stiff, his smile is only in gadgets