There was a young leader named Marape
Who served in O’Neill’s bagarapment
But when push came to shove
And he had had more than enough
He took back PNG without foment
If the aim now is to keep taking back
I don’t know why we are being so slack
Because Beijing doesn’t care
And Canberra won’t dare
Tell us how to be Christian, rich and Black
And where are those God fearing leaders
Who bowed and scraped for the APEC bleeders?
Seems Jehovah is least on their minds
When they sign for more logging, more mines
They keep selling us all down the river
Since the last PM taunted our laws
And sold everything behind closed doors
All those riches we can’t take back today
So better to stop giving them away
And treating our people like paupers
But Marape says take back PNG
And then hands out all the car keys
For Flying Spurs and Maseratis
Look instead at what he will do
If his words and promises are empty
Now when we say take back PNG
And cheer Independence with glee
There are difficult things we must do
Ask with sincerity, who really are we?
And how is it we keep our Black history?
Stop taking and give back PNG.
Original poem posted at https://www.pngattitude.com/2019/10/give-back-png.html