BY LAPIEH LANDU

This weave of splendour that lay before me
Is all I have now of my mama
This weave of splendour that lay before me
My bilum that bring me drama

Mama, you take with you my bilum
The food that fed me, the wool that clothe me
Mama you take with you my bilum
The water that quench me, the sticks that warm me
Mama you take with you my bilum
My resting place, my bed, my home
Mama you take with you my bilum
Where now do I place my toys
Mama you take with you my bilum,
I now belong among them boys
Mama you take with you my bilum
My strength, my dignity, my pride

This weave of splendour that lay before me
Was all I had of my mama?
This weave of splendour that lay before me
Is now all just a bilum, an instance of emptiness and karma?