I Cry West Papua Poem by Black Consciousness Poetry BCP

Papua Papua, I cry for my papua...
I stole no mans land...but mine my blood is shed for...I ditched no man in no hole but that of my people are in mass graves because of the creed of the alien...

Papua Papua, I cry for my Papua...
I am stripped of my wealth and my dignity,
My manhood is cut off and I have no sack to carry my sorrow...the world they look but they seem blind, no helping hand they offer...my enemy the devil is walking my land, would you care to help...

Papua Papua, I cry for my Papua...
Our women lost all confidence in us, our children's dead bodies lay by the way side for collection to feed mass graves. The vampires are sucking the blood of papua, these parasites are feeding on our humanity...Papua Papua wheee, I cry for my papua...

I cry for my papua but my voice is lost in the wilderness, no UN, no EU, no AU, no people anywhere else seems to hear my cry. Those with power hears nothing, sees nothing, and does nothing, those without power keep writing songs, poems and signing petitions asking form those who hears nothing, sees nothing and does nothing to do something. These organizations are full of people who by themselves seems to do nothing but as a group can meet together to make decisions about doing nothing worth doing in the world...Papua Papua, I cry for my papua...I hope you hear my cry, I can hear myself and I will fight until death...

|HF Swarts|