Bogor, Jejak Perlawanan
Oleh Neneng Hendriyani
Di kota ini, peluru berdesing menembus waktu,
Menggetarkan bumi dalam deru perlawanan,
Memanggil jiwa-jiwa yang rindu kemerdekaan
Dengan dan tanpa seragam,
Bersatu dalam komando perjuangan
Di tengah Tentara Pelajar berdiri tegap,
Mengangkat senapan di tangan yang gemetar,
Bukan karena takut,
Tapi karena cinta pada kota yang harus dibela.
Di Cibinong, sejarah tertulis dalam batu,
Museum perjuangan menjadi saksi,
Ratusan nyawa melayang sebagai bukti
Rakyat Bogor tak pernah sudi dijajah kembali
Darah para syuhada mengalir di setiap lorong,
Mengisahkan keberanian tak pernah padam.
Dulu, di kota ini kita bertempur melawan serdadu,
Kini, perang belum berakhir,
Musuh tak lagi berbaju
Tapi, berselimut kemiskinan dan ketidakadilan
Dimana buruh-buruh berteriak di terik mentari:
Meninju udara menuntut upah layak,
Di pabrik-pabrik yang berdiri megah,
Mereka menukar tenaga dengan harapan,
Lagi, keadilan masih bayang-bayang.
Sekolah-sekolah harusnya menjadi gerbang masa depan,
Bukan tembok tinggi bagi si papa,
Bogor tak boleh berhenti berjuang,
Agar ilmu tak menjadi hak segelintir insan.
Jabatan tak boleh jadi tahta selamanya,
Harus ada batas bagi kekuasaan,
Rakyat? Mereka bukan pion di papan catur,
Bukan remahan roti di piring penguasa
Sungguh! Perjuangan tak berakhir di monumen batu,
Ia hidup di hati yang menolak menyerah,
Bogor, kau tak hanya sekadar kota,
Kau medan juang yang terus membara
Dalam semangat: Kuta Udaya Wangsa!
(Karadenan, 27 Maret 2025
Bogor, Footprints of Resistance
by Neneng Hendriyani
In this city, bullets whistle through time,
Shaking the earth with the roar of resistance,
Calling souls yearning for freedom.
With or without uniforms,
United under the command of struggle.
Amidst it all, the Student Army stands tall,
Raising rifles in trembling hands— Not from fear,
But from love for the city they must defend.
In Cibinong, history is etched in stone,
The museum of struggle bears witness,
Hundreds of lives lost as proof that Bogor’s people will never bow to oppression again.
The blood of martyrs flows through every alley,
Telling tales of courage that never fades.
Once, in this city, we fought against soldiers,
Now, the war is not yet over.
The enemy no longer wears a uniform,
But cloaks itself in poverty and injustice.
Where laborers cry out under the scorching sun,
Punching the air, demanding fair wages,
In the shadow of towering factories,
They trade their strength for hope,
Yet justice remains a distant shadow.
Schools should be gateways to the future,
Not high walls for the poor.
Bogor must never cease its struggle,
So knowledge isn’t a privilege for the few.
Power must not become an eternal throne,
There must be limits to authority.
The people? T
hey are not pawns on a chessboard,
Nor crumbs on the plates of the powerful.
Truly! The struggle doesn’t end at stone monuments,
It lives in hearts that refuse to surrender.
Bogor, you are more than just a city,
You are a battlefield that keeps burning
With the spirit: Kuta Udaya Wangsa!
(Karadenan, March 27, 2025)