Tomorrow

We have wept the blood
of countless ages
as each of us raised high
the lance of hate...
Now let us dry of tears
and learn the dance
and chant of the life cycle
Tomorrow dance behind the sun
in sacred promise
of things to come for children
not yet born,
for ours is the potentials of truly
lasting beauty
born of hope and shape by deed
Now let us lay the dance of hate
upon this soil

(Suryawinata, 1989:33)