Chairil Anwar (1922 - April 28, 1949) was probably one of the most famous Indonesian poets. Chairil died at the relatively young age of 27. 1922 (MCMXXII) was a common year starting on Sunday (see link for calendar). ... April 28 is the 118th day of the year (119th in leap years) in the Gregorian Calendar, with 247 days remaining. ... 1949 (MCMXLIX) is a common year starting on Saturday. ... A poet exists within a cultural and intellectual tradition and usually writes in a specific language, but the qualities of good poetry are to some extent timeless and address issues common to all humanity. ...

Notably, one of his most famous poems was "Aku". It is a poem that comes from the wound of having to leave his father who cheated on his mother. But Chairil's expression of personal pain and rebellion was interpreted by many Indonesians as a call to arms. His poem "Aku" is mostly used in rally and protest as a declaration of rebellion.

Chairil was indeed a rebellious person. He lived in the streets of Jakarta and befriended many of the upper class. His uncle was Indonesia's Prime Minister, but he never took advantage of that position. Instead, Chairil stayed in the streets or at the hut his mother built. Motto: Jaya Raya (Indonesian): Prosper and Great Founded 22 June 1527 Governor Sutiyoso Area 661. ...

Chairil, together with Asrul Sani and Rivai Apin, were the poets behind Generation 45 ("Angkatan '45"). That movement signified a change in Indonesian literature.

Smart, short and "unflowerful" words were to be the height of "Angkatan '45". This defied the previous generation of poets such as Sutan Takdir Alisjahbana, whose poems still mostly used "traditional" lyrics, rhyme and structured form (derived from the Pantun). A poet exists within a cultural and intellectual tradition and usually writes in a specific language, but the qualities of good poetry are to some extent timeless and address issues common to all humanity. ... The Pantun is a Malay poetic form. ...

 Aku by Chairil Anwar
 If my time should come I'd like no one to entice me. Not even you. No need for those sobs and cries.
 I am but a wild animal Cut from its kind.
 Though bullets should pierce my skin I shall still strike and march forth. Wounds and poison shall I take aflee. Aflee 'Til the pain and pang should disappear.
 And I should care even less.
 I want to live for another thousand years.