Saturday, 6 July 2013

A Little Poem III

To Mambulao they came ... and we watched

They came ... they dug ... and snatched our gold
Then left a hole of pain
Among our trees and farms;
They came ... they dug and grabbed for more
And killed for good our sweet springs
And tainted brown our bay.

We looked and looked ... and watched,
We watched and watched ... and looked.
And then we cried and cried .... and cried,
And licked our wounds in dreams!

By AP Hernandez
Port Moresby, PNG
July 6, 2013

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