Poems about Papua New Guinea

The Trail of Tears

The Trail Of Tears

From the mountains,

across the sea,

through the plains,

along the beach,

they trudge endlessly,

along the trek,

faceless,

through raging river,

mud,

shoulder deep,

on their shoulders,

skyhigh load unseen,

mothers,

daughters,

grandmothers,

for the gates,

at his feet,

they sit,

they wait,

for men,

with the chisels,

for the sculpters,

as far as,

 the eye can see,

over the fallen,

past the weary,

along the trail,

carved by thousand tears.

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No more anti government comments from me.

 I wonder why anyone would want to make any bad comments about the Papua New Guinea Government. They after all have our best interest at heart. They know all our needs and work effortlessy to provide them. That is why we voted them in.

I never met Ms.A who had a 1 week old child who was having an asthma attack and had to sit at the market with her sick child on her lap while she sold enough vegetables to make enough to catch a public transport to the nearest clinic just a few kilometres away to pay for the fee to get her child seen too. Then sat hungry for three days while her child got the treatment she needed until kind hearted people helped her out.

or

Ms. B who show me this a court order to go back to the man who left her 5 years ago for another woman and has not been around and is now  suffering from a illness he refuses to disclose what it is to her. His other women has left.

I never met these people. In this beautiful country where our fearless leaders care for our wellbeing. These type of situations don’t exist.

Okay enough spreading the love…..what can I say it’s all good here.

Out of reach

Out of reach

On a street a father sits,

Heart refusing defeat,

Next to him his daughter sleeps,

Tears running down her cheeks,

He’s called everyone who will listen to his pleas,

to help him pay his child’s school fees,

He knows he must give his child the opportunity,

to be educated and maybe get a degree,

He wonders how education has been so expensive,

that it has become a luxury,

So tomorrow he will meet with her teacher’s,

 to beg for another week,

To give him time to find the money,

so she can be free.

iyabara©2010