
By KOIVI R BIWA – 28 March 2021, Keith Jackson & Friends: PNG Attitude
Once no cries were heard nor bitter tears shed,
This time when ancients and babes mingled calm,
Love and respect were their constant companions,
When no one stood bewildered by enmity or anger
But it happened that the tuneful war cries sounded,
Heard, known, accepted by all far and near,
Wigmen danced fluidly to the beat of the kundu,
Warrior elegance betrayed the combat ahead
The misty crags echoing their voices as one,
But they knew bliss to be imminently broken,
They felt the hope being ripped from the realm
And saw a world emerge that was full of hate
Then the mystic voice heard from Iepa Kulama,
Its spirit enfolding the loops of the earth,
And even its harsh shrieks were not infinite
Some glimpses still there of a blossoming hope
Moments that burst into Spring’s adoration,
A time to embrace an old man’s words,
Not everything now dim misery or mystery
The hope of Hela writ bright on our souls
His every eye seeing the contemptible moments,
His knowing life’s not always impartial and just
But peace and accord exalt in him always, the
God who heeds the perpetual tears of Hela
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