| An entry in the Crocodile Prize Poetry Award
Sitting quietly at the cove
The cool sea breeze blowing in her hair
Staring at once a treasure trove
Heading towards the brink of despair
Woman, mothers and grandmothers lamenting
Many moons since they last heard of resettlement
Now fifteen years and counting
Still talks continue of government investment
So much political jargon
MRA. MOU. MOA.
Talked of good bargains
Now the laughingstock of MSM!
When will this façade end?
All these talks of Andarum
Will this be a common trend?
To be frowned on as care centre scum
She looked to the right
No move yet!
Then she turned to the left
Just in time to be caught in a net!
She felt as if submerged
Like her volcanic island slowly sinking
With the horizon merged
Caught in the net sulking
Wailing heard from a nearby house
As a mother dies in childbirth
Adding another lonely spouse
Still another return to earth
She screamed at the ocean
Only silence heard around
She shouted to the mountain
But her yell went unheard
Is there someone who cares?
Will someone come to her aid?
How long till her burden is shared?
Or will she remain a refugee in her own land?
Andarum - The area designated for the resettlement of volcano-displaced Manam Islanders in the Yawar area of Bogia District in Madang Province
MOA – Memorandum of Agreement
MOU – Memorandum of Understanding
MRA – Mutual Recognition Agreement
MSM – Mainstream Media