FAKE POEM (Sajak Palsu)
Good morning sir, good morning ma’am, the school children say with fake politeness. Then they study fake history from fake text-books. When school is finished they are horrified to see the range of their fake marks. Unable to enter university, they go to their teachers’ homes to offer their fake respect and envelopes full of money. With fake smiles, the teachers pretend to refuse, then finally accept the envelopes and make fake promises that they will change the old fake marks for new fake marks. The semesters pass, and they are born as fake economists, fake lawyers, fake agricultural scientists, fake engineers. Some become fake teachers, scholars, and artists. Passionately they rush to take advantage of fake developmental policies based on fake economics. They witness fake trading based on fake exports and fake imports, offering fake quality goods. Fake banks busily offer fake bonuses and gifts, while silently providing loans based on fake letters of security signed by fake officials from the fake state banking authority. Society trades with fake money supported by fake exchange rates. Fake currencies snarl at fake exchange rates until the whole structure collapses and the crisis destroys the fake government through fake bad luck. The fake people shout with fake delight and debate fake concepts at fake seminars, honouring the arrival of a fake democracy,