Two poems from Telly Orekavala

Too much freedom stings

Freedom is a human need
It gives us our rights
The right to live
Freedom of speech
Freedom of Association
Freedom of movement
But also the right to abuse it
Too much freedom stings
Man talk about it
Man sing about it
Man dream about it
When freedom is deprived
People cry for it
People fight for it
People die for it
When freedom reigns
Too much freedom stings
There is stealing, killing, raping
Burb wires and security guards
Misuse of public funds
Abuse of mandated powers
Leaders above the law
Common people subject to it
Corruption at its worst
Prevalence of “No care attitude”
People live for today
They live in fear
For the tribal fighting
For sorcery related killing
For armed hold ups
Mothers and girls are not safe
They live in abusive environment
Rebels and murderers walk free
Life is compensated with money
It is bought and sold
Where is freedom we all love?
We sing of it 
How long, how long
We dream of it
Not long, not long
We cry for it
How long, how long
We even die for it
Where is freedom we all love 
Abused and being abused
Bullied and being bullied
Too much freedom stings
Where is the freedom our fathers fought for?
Abuse of freedom is the root of them all
Prime minister give us the freedom we need.
Governor give us the freedom we long for.
Honourable member give us the freedom we deserve.
Too much freedom stings

Cry My Beloved Country

Born on September 16 1975
Grew up un-noticed
Months and years transforming into a woman
A virgin beautiful virgin
Crowned with plumes of paradise
Blooming hibiscus in the black oasis of hair
Attired in grass skirt and necklace of tabu
Adorned with frangipani flowers
Equipped with stone axe and digging stick
Armed with spear, bow and arrows
Swine is your companion, your wealth, your status
If not your protein
In your dark colour, at your flower age
Your eyes sparkle
Like the pearl in the Pacific Ocean
So beautiful, so gorgeous
Like the feathers you’re wearing
You stick out among the stars of the Pacific
Dotted red, black and gold
In the vast, vast blue sky
The Pacific Ocean
As you dance and sway
To the garamut and the kundu
Flavoured with bamboo band and ukulele
The Pacific beat, the Pacific style, the Pacific way
Your body glitters not from sweat
But from the coconut oil
The fragrances of herbal ornaments
Steals the air and scatters
The world over
You lure the white man
You attract the orange man
You entice the black man
Their hearts are stolen
To be admired, a virgin you were
Till you tied the knot
The knot of “Look North Policy”
With the orange man
T’was love at first at sight
Without knowing what the future held for you
Since then, you’ve lost your virginity
Cry my beloved country
Your sisters in Melanesia, Polynesia and Micronesia
Are watching, giggling and sad
Because you’re no longer a virgin you used to be
You know all men, all men know you
They’ve exploited you, they’ve used you
You’re adorned with Somares
But they’ll be blown away
They’ll run dry
Cry my beloved country

A flood gate of aliens
Door flung open asunder
Foreigners they suck out of you
Milk, breast milk for your son, your daughter

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.

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