no use anymore

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