Sijo for the Sepik

05 NOVEMBER 2020

MICHAEL DOM

Piracy on Mighty Sepik River claims two lives | Loop PNG
Your forests will be felled, your bush burned      
     and your swampland drained out, 
To plant palm oil by the hectare,      
     to get your share of foreign wealth. 
Foreigners will make films,      
     to show your grand-kids what you sold off. 

This poem appears in Michael Doms’ O Arise! Poems on Papua New Guinea’s Politics & Society (p. 32). Purchase your hardcopy online or download free from PNG Attitude at https://asopa.typepad.com/files/o-arise-by-michael-dom-1.pdf.

Published by Ples Singsing

Ples Singsing is envisioned to be a new platform for Papua Niuginian expressions of creativity, ingenuity and originality in art and culture. We deliberately highlight these two very broad themes as they can encompass the diverse subjects, from technology, medicine and architecture to linguistics, music, fishing, gardening et cetera. Papua Niuginian ways of thinking, living, believing, communicating, dying and so on can cover the gamut of academic, journalistic or opinionated writing and we believe that unless we give ourselves a platform to talk about and discuss these things in an open, free and non-exclusively academic space that they may remain the fodder for academics, journalists and other types of writers alone. New social media platforms have given every individual a personal space to share their feelings and ideas openly, sometimes without immediate censure. The Ples Singsing writer’s blog would like to provide another more structured platform for Papua Niuginian expressions in written, visual and audio formats while also providing some regulation of the type and content of materials to be shared publicly.

One thought on “Sijo for the Sepik

  1. I live on the land of the Ojibwa. Once great forest and free animals. Now the Ojibwa nation had some schools with their names on them to remind us. Once a free nation lived in Michigan. I am 1/2 Ojibwa and I teach my grandchildren to love the trees, the water and leave some land for the free animals. The sad part. We miss the beautiful things when they are gone. Your words. True. Outstanding poetry shared.

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