I think
You were human
Down history road.
Once colonised and enslaved.
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The New Guinean barrel faces me
And my mouth waters.
The soldier teases me
And my ears burn…
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New Guinea morons
they came to mine our land
and built they country;
as you were breast-feeding at Kavaronau.
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Freedom is yours…Freedom is yours…
Bougainville, freedom is ours.
A lone mountain frog croaks:
‘German, American ocean submarine bringing you guns and bullets
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Blackman,
A thief in his Africa;
A disease in his Australia;
An on-looker of his pride and wealth on Bougainville
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Nem’makaa [1]…
the magic little boy
loves blowing his kovi [2]
high in the black hills.
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They cross the seas in dozens…island hopping!
The Kawas dreaded and hid
Silently secured in heaven of gold.
Of gracious heavens, he wandered…
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Torau Bay knows that; Olava knows that; thus,
Moisuru and Tokuaka longs to hear that song of re-union.
Ovau is my island.
Kamaleai knows that; Ghaomai knows that; thus, Harehare loves to see that marriage
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At menarche,
Down the road to Dotama…
On my bare foot
That gloomy day, for god’s sake,
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