Papua New Guinea’s dual economy needs good governance

Why must my people suffer….


Surrounded by oil and floating on gas, lies my country so rich and diverse.
Aliens they come to dig up my earth, for whose benefit my mind ponders.
Millions of kina rush in, yet so little seen in our everyday life.
My people cry in silence, yet my leaders turn a blind eye.
And I wonder, why must my people suffer...

A mother dies giving birth to life, not much done to safeguard hers.
A child left to wander the street, while peers learn skills to better their lives.
Thugs rob a man of an honest wage, where are the cops to come to his aid.
My people long for change, but the big men busy fighting for power.
And I wonder, why must my people suffer...

Will change ever come, my people ask every day.
A fair slice of the income cake, for a better tomorrow all that it takes.
Yet my people's tears roll, as millions disappear in thin air.
Happiness is what they long for, tears and anguish is what they obtain.
And I wonder, why must my people suffer...


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