They call this place heaven
12 April 2016
BOMAI D WITNE
I visited my village last month and captured my observation and emotion in this poem.
Shine or rain, they call this place home.
Shine or rain, they call this river theirs
Shine or rain, they tame this river with a walking stick
Shine or rain, they use the same walking stick to tame the terrains and galleys
Shine or rain, they wait to be noticed
Shine or rain, the wait is forever, they call this place heaven.
Shine or rain, they emerged from their kunai huts
Shine or rain, they form small groups
Shine or rain, they meet many times
Shine or rain, they wait for a redeemer
Shine or rain, they are hopeful
Shine or rain, they are survivors
Shine or rain, they are destined to die
Shine or rain, they are buried in the sand
Shine or rain, they know their destiny
Shine or rain, they are unaccounted statistics
Shine or rain, they wait to be counted
Shine or rain, they wait for you.
Shine or rain, they want you to join them in Heaven.
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