Modern PNG
29 June 2015
REILLY KANAMON
An entry in the Crocodile Prize
Kina Securities Award for Poetry
Yesterday I was village kid
I never had a mobile phone
The world was big
I only had a glimpse in books
Oh Moresby, I want to see you
Oh Lae, I wish to walk your streets someday
I only heard stories from friends
City life is cool
Entertainment at your doorstep
Today I flipped the coin
I was surprised village life is safer
I felt blessed there’s no land grabbing
Life is about true friendship
True community spirit
The real meaning of democracy is there
In the middle a traffic jam I dreamt of the village
I dreamt of travelling in a dugout canoe
Gently rocking on waves as I paddle
I’ve had enough of city lies and pride
Good one! In this transition I am scared some of our culture and languages may become extinct.
Posted by: Philip G Kaupa | 29 June 2015 at 07:48 AM
Yes....and where almost everything: food, water, firewood etc are free. Village life still the best! Good poem, Reilly.
Posted by: Arnold Mundua | 29 June 2015 at 06:06 AM