I recently found this while searching my old notes. I had arrived on Jakarta via train on December 5th, 2017. I wrote down what I saw through the window right before entering the city.

Poor poor,

Dust and no wool.

Kids playing in dirt paths,

With no footballs.

Picking rice,

Or working in factories,

You see their eyes gazing at the distance,

Looking at the train passing,

Wondering, who's in there?, who are they?

Why are they so different than me?

This is no dream, definitely reality.

Trash, stray dogs, huts,

No purpose, they think.