Poem of the Young People
By WS Rendra
We are the stuttering generation
who have been treated like children by an arrogant generation.
We haven’t been given official education
in relation to justice,
because we’ve been brought up to not get involved in politics,
and haven’t been taught about the basics of the legal system.
We find it hard to see a person’s true character
because we haven’t been taught about the soul or about psychology.
We do not get explanations based on clear thinking,
because we haven’t been taught philosophy or logic.
Aren’t we supposed
To understand all of that?
Have we only been prepared
To become tools?
This is the average picture
of young people graduating from high school,
young people nearing adulthood.
The basis of our education is obedience,
not exchanging ideas.
School learning is rote learning,
and not learning how to explain things.
The basis of justice in relationships,
and understanding of how humans behave,
as groups or as individuals,
isn’t considered a subject worth studying or testing.
The reality of the world is only dimly visible.
We can’t connect all the signs,
which are visible everywhere.
We are angry with ourselves.
We resent what the future holds.
we just enjoy our ignorance and comfort.
As we stutter,
all we can do is buy and consume,
without being able to create.
We are not able to lead,
rather all we can do is rule –
just like our fathers.
Education in this country is oriented to the West.
Over there children are prepared
to be the tools of industry.
With their industry that rolls on endlessly,
But here we’re prepared to become tools of what?
We just become the tools of bureaucracy!
And bureaucracy has become bloated,
no use at all –
parasites in the trees.
Darkness. All I can see is darkness.
Education doesn’t provide any light.
Training courses don’t provide any jobs.
Darkness. My agony is darkness.
The people are living in unemployment.
What’s happening all around me?
Because we can’t work it out,
it’s easier for us to run and hide in dope poetry.
What is the meaning of all these complicated signs?
What does this mean? What does this mean?
Ah, in drunkenness,
a blood-splattered face
is going to look like the moon.
Why do we have to put up with living like this?
A person with the right to a medical degree
is thought of as an educated person,
without being tested on their knowledge of justice.
Meanwhile, if tyranny runs rampant,
he doesn’t say a word,
because his job is just to give needles.
What the hell? Are we going to continue being silent?
are just considered decorations for ceremonies,
while the law is stabbed in the back again and again.
are just regarded as plastic flowered,
while people go broke and corruption runs wild.
We’re inside a kaleidoscope
that is magic and inscrutable.
We’re imprisoned in a fog that befuddles.
Our hands reach out grasping for something to grab.
And when we miss,
we hit and scrape –
at thin air.
We are the stuttering generation.
Who have been treated like children by the arsehole generation.
Lifeforce has been replaced by lust.
Enlightenment has been replaced by repression.
We are the dangerous generation.
23 June, 1977
Poem of the Young People (Sajak Anak Muda), State of Emergency, W.S. Rendra, Wild & Woolley, Glebe, 1978.