Angguk-Angguk Geleng-Geleng

A world where everyone nods in unison, as if their fate depends on it. Heads move up and down, right and left, automatically, habitually, as if that's the way it should be. After all, it's easier to agree than to argue. It's easier to play along than to break ranks. But inside, there is a quiet turmoil, one that cannot be revealed by either face or voice.

The beat marches steadily, like a procession of puppets under the gentle control of someone's finger. The words contain a children's song, satire, and a hint of bitterness. Each “sabar, sabar” sounds like a sigh - weary patience, learned by generations. Behind the rhythm is a fluctuation between submission and awareness. A dance where everyone nods, but someone is already winking in time with the beat.