BY JEFFREY FEBI

OVER RECENT TIMES, the government of Papua New Guinea has abused our parliament to satisfy its own craving for power. I hope this poem reminds us of the imminent danger we face in continuing to allow this current government to rule.

Who is in our house?

Who is in the house,
Built by our fathers;
Did I see many a mouse;
Where are our mothers?
Their songs I hear not!

Where are they sheltering,
From stormy knights;
Aren't the wrinkles of love,
Already in sight;
O' don't they need a dove?

Who is in the house,
On the mount of our fathers;
Who, our mothers did arouse,
From their slumbers;
Did the children hear them wake?

And the children;
Where are they playing;
Did I hear them say;
We are still sleeping,
Into the youth of day?