Ruby - Astari Boedikoentjara
There's no amnesty granted
unless well-paid
Reach deeply into your pockets
until perhaps,
their eyeballs jump out of their sockets
The word is out
Now they know what you’re all about
No more doubts
It’s just you and your big mouth
You’re freaking out
A house, a family
Material things
Everything’s lovely
All the joy they bring
Will they always represent ‘home’?
I believe there’s a reason
your shattered heart’s been revealed
even when you refuse to mention
or worry you may never heal
I know I’m just a stranger
I sometimes fall asleep
and find myself there again
back to the same quiet streets
and my two best friends
I miss those peaceful streets
You’ll never know
but he misses the old days
when you seemed to love him so,
in your arms, he’d felt safe and protected.
You only see
I wish I had my rose-coloured glasses,
so I could see the colours of your optimism.
You say we can be stronger than our painful wounds.
Maybe it’s true.
Maybe I could play the same role again too.
You said
all the things
you thought you’d meant
Perhaps there’s a guidebook
on how to woo
like a werewolf calling out to the full moon
You may complain
about the rain
It’s hard to go home
without getting drenched
Nights are long
The city traffic’s a bitch
Is it difficult for you
to criticise the person
despite their outer appearance
or even origin?
Yeah, speaking from experiences
“Oh, but I respect you.”
While at the same time, you turn us blue
keep us homebound,
while you’re free to roam around.
What humanity?
We’re treated more like properties
I can never really get rid of you,
can I?
No matter what I do
or how I should often lie
while trying hard not to cry
