a cup of irony at Warung Senja

Black coffee in an old, scarred glass,
like a campaign vow that has forgotten its way home.
The aroma is fragrant—a sweet deception,
inhaled by the people in a resigned and cynical silence.

Sugar is unnecessary, fate has already sunk,
sipped slowly while staring at the silent debt.
Cigarette smoke curls around the people's heads,
drawing a map of increasingly faded dreams.

The second glass arrives with a fresh slogan,
"Growth is improving," says the arrogant screen.
But our wallets are getting thinner and thinner,
while your smiles are guarded by flashing lenses.

Message:
If the state only knows how to brew coffee from speech scripts,
the people will get used to bitterness—
but don't blame them if their anger eventually overflows from the teapot

Thanksyou to
@greece-lover
@weisser-rabe
@global-steem