Poem

Rank is not what I aim for
Dollar is not my target
Glamor is not my ambition
Respect is not my wish

Why.........

White to black took me six years
First to second drag me thirteen years
Second to third has been five years
Third to fourth will be for how long
Fourth to fifth may take forever
Fifth to sixth could never be achieve
Sixth to seventh may not be possible
Seventh to eighth would be in thin air
Eighth to ninth might be gravely
Masters and Phds seems more relevant
For tomorrow and years to come

Why..........

My dojang stood for seven years
Wave and tsunami sometimes appear
My home my dojang last a year
Gemilang and Teguh peeping through
Promotions and pamphlets comes every year
Without letter seven years passing by
Why letter become an issue

Why..........

Yesteryear war bring glory
For the biggest company comes to war
Misses one battle field make no problem.
For good spirit and sportsmanship

But why.......

Event set for whose pupils
You, me or him.....
Which soldier wins the fight
One with talent or one with favor
Winning for him or for the sitting one
Gentle, gentle, gentle
For favor doesn't last forever
But talent does