THIS POEM IS A SPECIAL dedication to the Melanesians who are still waiting for freedom in West Papua. It has been a long wait and struggle for the West Papuans who have suffered, cried, died and been buried for their efforts to achieve what they long for - freedom, autonomy and independence….
But where is the smell of the one they desire
Many have cried for generations
Many have died for the love to be a nation
Many have left for refuge in other nations
They cry out to us, yet we ignore their unending plea
The sufferings are of a distorted heart
Imploring the world to see their struggles unrewarding
Where’s their human right? Where’s the Justice?
Their equality and the freedom
Many have asked no one as answered.
Over a million decades, over so many arrangements
Yet no one has tried to ask the commander.
Yet no one has sought a bonding.
Yet many say it’s a sensitive mishap.
Yet many are afraid of the Second richest commander
So what is left for my West Papua?
Breaking storms and tribulations.
A Melanesian Princess waits for her Prince
to come and rescue her from the wicked dragon
Who will be her Prince?
Rancour and unjust treatment has driven hell to the Garden of Eden
A curse of hatred and racism has flowed across the land
Ethnicity is wanting to win
But a burden when you immigrate to the Garden of Eden
The cultures so diverse, the dances are a swing
The traditions are unique, telling the one what we can bring
Motions we glance, artistic we view
Mystical traces, as they come in few
So desperate they beg their wantoks
Please let us in; let us be your own
Though in someone’s house
They still long to have their own home free from the commanders’ rule
Yet rallies have come, rallies have gone
Support this struggle, support us strive
Yet big guns, big shots and bigmen
Close their ears for they don’t want
To carry the Prince’s crown, to have it on a throne
As the commander looks on, big boys keep silent
Now everyone is waiting for the Prince
Because the commander is dangerous
The second richest across the land,
But not too clever, not too fit, but yet he is feared by everyone
The perception is, when the commander is angry
He has the general, who both are cousins
What could happen, they will dictate the land
So please the Princess is waiting, who will be her Prince?
Written on 7 May 2011 during my time at the University of Papua New Guinea. This poem is a plea of help for the people of West Papua