By Leonard Fong
Roka
Bougainville island
is truly are sad story. Suppression, exploitation, belittlement, genocide and
so on are what this Solomon Islander were subjected from colonialism and Papua
New Guinea. They had fought for self determination and shamelessly PNG with the
backing from Australia had tried suffocating them to extinction.
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| PNGDF mortar killed 9 children |
Blackman,
A thief in
his Africa;
A disease
in his Australia;
An
on-looker of his pride and wealth on Bougainville
He is…since
Many years
ago
And
gone…JOY of the LAND.
His
progenitors roamed trouble free
From cave
to cave;
Jungle to
Jungle
With the
law of the land
Prevalent
in the laughing hearts and
Smiling
across all seasons…
This’d very
hearts
Of honesty
and respect
Now in the
boiling pot
Of white
man’s civilization—free will and free choice—
Of living
and dying in peace of relegation.
He gives
and taughts
Flowers of
expression
Not that
black, but white.
Yet, o lord
of cemeteries,
An
expression,
A sorrowful
black man gestures
To earn a
wage of living behind bars of blockade;
Hearts
pounding o’er and o’er again
Tearful in
disgrace,
From ages
of mimicry;
Earning a
waving legacy
To live and
mess in exile.
He dies an
animal death
By a legal
gunman
Empowered
in bulk shipment
Of ideal
law
From the
perfect God of Zion
That
swallows gasping belly
To enrich this hand cups
To sting
you generation
Chained in
a line of slaves
Dwelling in
worst misery hideouts
And filthy
slums
Of
emptiness and pain …
On the
outskirts of your birthright
There you
fight and kill
Squeezing
your heart
To a strand
of extinction …
Sun after
sun
Tears storm
your beds
Moaning the
lost brothers
In the
jungle of chaos,
Those
petals of your joy
Carcassed
by white divinity
Of peace
and freedom …
Yet so
colorful, Bougainville
Loved it
then earned a living
In the
harsh ridges…
Hearts sailing
For
tomorrow is opaque
Like a
fierce storm
Of
destruction.
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