Puisi Faiz

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Sumber :http://masfaiz.multiply.com/journal/item/65/Dari_Seorang_Anak_Bagi_Ayah_Ibu_yang_Akan_Bercerai
Ayah, Ibu
tolong, jangan cerai
sebab bercerai selalu membuat kita runtuh
tak bisakah semua dibicarakan baik-baik
dengan kepala sedingin batu es
dan hati yang embun?
Mengapa kalian saling menyakiti
dan mengabaikan kami?
Kami bukan lemari
yang kalian pajang di rumah
bisa digotong ke sana kemari
kami punya kebeningan hati
pendapat yang bisa dipertimbangkan
kamilah penggenggam erat semua cinta
yang kalian lempar sampai begitu jauh
Jangan bercerai,
kecuali hanya bila salah satu pergi menghadapNya
jangan bercerai,
kecuali hanya bila ada yang mengingkari ilahi
jangan bercerai, ayah ibu
sebab itu berarti meruntuhkan dunia indah
yang kita bangun sejak dulu
dari senyuman dan kenangan
yang kita kumpulkan setiap waktu
Ayah ibu,
bila kalian tetap bercerai
mungkin kami tak lagi kanak-kanak
diri kami akan menyusut, mengerut
menjelma gumpalan duka tanpa mata,
lalu mungkin akan kami asah
duri-duri hati menjadi taring
Pada suatu masa
kalian pun akan tergugu
menemukan kami yang berhati bolong
di sepanjang lorong
menuju rumah entah siapa..

Ini dia puisi karya Faiz si penyair cilik. Mungkin sepertinya setiap orang tua wajib baca... Supaya mereka sadar... kalau mereka bertanggung jawab pada satu set kehidupan selanjutnya, yang akan bertanggung jawab pada kehidupan-kehidupan penerusnya...

Abortion

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Month 1
Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I
have all my organs. I love the sound
of your voice. Every time I hear it, I
wave my arms and legs. The sound of
your heart beat is my favorite
lullaby.

Month 2
Mommy, today I learned how to suck my
thumb. If you could see me, you could
definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm
not big enough to survive outside my
home though. It is so nice and warm in
here.

Month 3
You know what Mommy, I'm a girl!! I
hope that makes you happy. I always
want you to be happy. I don't like it
when you cry. You sound so sad. It
makes me sad too, and I cry with you
even though you can't hear me.

Month 4
Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It
is very short and fine, but I will
have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my
time exercising. I can turn my head
and curl my fingers and toes, and
stretch my arms and legs. I am
becoming quite good at it too.

Month 5
You went to the doctor today. Mommy,
he lied to you. He said that I'm not a
baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I
think and feel. Mommy, what's
abortion?

Month 6
I can hear that doctor again. I don't
like him. He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home. The
doctor called it a needle. Mommy what
is it? It burns! Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it! Mommy!! HELP
me!!




Month 7
Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus's
arms. he is holding me. He told me
about abortion. Why didn't you want
me, Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped. Two
more eyes that will never see. Two
more hands that will never touch. Two
more legs that will never run. One
more mouth that will never speak.

ACT AGAINST ABORTION

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