The struggle of the heroes should be continued by the current and future generations. Because that struggle will never stop even though this nation has gained independence. If in the past the heroes fought to expel the colonizers, then now the younger generation is fighting to combat poverty, ignorance, and to lead this nation towards a better and more advanced nation. Well, in celebrating Heroes' Day, there are many ways that friends of Dream can do. One of them is presenting a poem for Heroes' Day on November 10th. Here is a poem that is full of meaning and powerful in igniting the spirit of the younger generation as summarized by Dream through merdeka.com.

I say thank you to all of you who are there. Those who died because they dared. Those who died because they believed. Those who died because they were right. I say thank you to the bodies that have now turned into ashes. Because of you, we are independent. Because of you, the red and white flag stands tall in the sky of Garuda. Soaring as evidence that blood and life have been sacrificed. I say thank you for your courage. Courage that grows at the bottom of the heart. Spreading and taking lives. You are not afraid to fight. Even if death comes, you are willing.

I say thank you for every prayer. Prayers that fly to the sky. Prayers that you continuously praise. For us, the future of Indonesia. I say thank you for the land we step on. The water we drink. It is the blood and life that once flew. I say thank you once again. I say thank you for those of you who are now in heaven. Smiling as you see the Garuda flying high.

Sweat pouring from your body. Blood incessantly flowing in your veins. The fire of spirit seems to burn eternally. It doesn't stop even if wounded. The spirit of struggle encompasses. In order to achieve hope and independence. Your entire body and soul are determined to blaze. With firmness and bravery, you stand at the forefront. All the pain you experience is not important. For the sake of Mother Earth.

Now you are gone. Rest peacefully in a different realm. You can see the smiles of the children of the nation. Free from the shackles of the colonialists. Now from up there. You may only be able to pray. So that everything remains safe and peaceful.

The translation of the given 'Bahasa' text to 'English' while preserving any html tags is as follows: "Countless cubic of your blood spilled. From knife wounds to rifles. The result of the struggle against the colonizers. Sweat drenches your body. You pay no attention. Your dreams have no direction. Strengthen your determination towards one goal. Not tired on the battlefield. Even though you hide your longing for your family. Cruel. That is the picture of the battle."

The translation of the given 'Bahasa' text to 'English' while preserving any html tags is as follows: "Soul cannot lie. Being engulfed in sadness. Only one choice. Freedom or death at the hands of the colonizers. Morning until night. Months turn into years. Thousands of nights have passed. Yet still unable to escape. Your sacrifices for the nation. Will always be remembered by us. I will not allow them to be forgotten. Oh my heroes. Knights protecting the country. Fighters for independence."

"For the sake of the nation, you sacrifice your time. For the sake of the people, you willingly risk your life. Death awaits in front, yet you call it entertainment. Your face shows no trace of fear. A burning spirit within your soul. Overcome those who obstruct the nation. Your days are colored by killings and massacres. And adorned with flowers of fire."

The following 'Bahasa' text translated to 'English' while preserving any html tags: "The river of blood flows around you. It is not uncommon for springs of blood to emerge from your body. However, it cannot...Collapse the cliff of your fighting spirit. The sharp bamboo is faithful to accompany you. Bare feet without any protection. Clothes with a thousand fragrances. Wet on dry skin. Which now leads Indonesia into the palace of independence."