by Gordon Chang

Staring into the abyss of Batang Lupar
When the swords and canons mowed the edge of three rivers
In search of the son of Skrang and Saribas, in bygone era
Taunting the shadow of a man from Kapuas River at every corner

Is it a crime to love too well, criminal so hounded
Along the moonlit shade at home land to keep a hope
Is it piracy to guard own treasure, pirate so pounded
Pointing to yonder glade, take back what has been robed

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