Pursuing the better welfare of Kokoda Trail guides & carriers
Dear UN.... re West Papua....

Sonnet 26 - Baptising ourselves in tears and mud


Oh, Papua New Guinea are we cursed?
Land of the unexpected; no hope rests
In cruel hands, so quickly balled into fists
Lo paitim meri, but palms to please guests
Or tongues as forked as some demonic beast
That robs your wantoks to roll with the best
Whose hearts so filthy with rape and incest
Will fuck fikinini then fake their faith.

What is it on this island paradise?
That turns us into new-age cannibals
Feasting upon each other’s flesh and blood
While claiming welcome into heavens halls
By baptising ourselves in tears and mud;
For those sins, our future will pay a price.


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Michael Dom

Lindsay, my first for the year 2019.

Thank you.

Lindsay F Bond

Pursuing the laudable, attesting the deplorable, scaling the surmountable.

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