Poem | The Fate of Messengers Nowadays

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He was at the crossroad
near the traffic light
shouting to the drivers that stopped there
offered the latest news every morning

Sometimes, he was going around
passing narrow alleys, village roads, people’s homes and office buildings
by his bike
or motorcycle

He came to my house
every Sunday morning
brought newspaper for my dad
brought magazine for me

He introduced me to the words
He introduced me to many names, events, places and times
It’s a part of my childhood life
that I still remember well

I don’t know if people still remember you or not
cause we often forget the history
and forget to thank the kindness
that someone has ever did

You’re not a celebrity
not a minister
not a president
not someone who sacrifices his life in the battlefield
So, what’s the importance to remember?

They’re not really disappeared
cause I still find few
at the crossroad
near the traffic light
even though you never come again
every Sunday morning
or going around
passing narrow alleys, village roads, people’s homes and office buildings

I can’t blame on change
cause it will happen
unstopable
the old one will be replaced by the new one
the old one has destroyed
the new one has created

Maybe, someday it’s just a history
but, I hope people will remember you
as the cutting edge of literacy and democracy

Yogyakarta, August 19th, 2019-11.23 a.m.