Davire, My Great Warrior Poem by Leonard Fong Roka

Davire, My Great Warrior



New Guinea morons
they came to mine our land
and built they country;
as you were breast-feeding at Kavaronau.
Morose New Guineans, they were to our land,
our women and children.
Unjust they were to our culture and tradition;
as you were breast-feeding at Kavaronau.
Dastard New Guineans, they scolded
as ka-ka showed them his bows-and-arrows
at Panguna;
as you were breast-feeding at Kavaronau.
Coward New Guineans, they became
as you left your cocoon—calling them for a meet—
with they gun.
My freedom fighter

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
When my people were still not educated and still had a small population, Papua New Guineans and the Australian mining company Bougainville Copper Limited, belittled us and exploited our land to finance PNG. But when our men took up guns to fight for our rights they fled
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Leonard Fong Roka

Leonard Fong Roka

Arawa, Bougainville Island
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