To a Land and A language
A culture and A custom
A tradition and A tribe
A race and A place
That’s why I protest
This exploitation
I protest against miners
Who exploit the descendants
Of obsidian miners
We were not savages
I protest against fishing companies
Who exploit the descendants
Of ancient fishermen
We were not savages
I protest against agriculturalists
Of Kuk valley farmers
We were not savages
I protest against the traders
Who exploit the descendants
Of Bilbil, Hiri, Kula and Lapita traders
We were not savages
I protest against historians
Who do not recognize
Forty thousand years
Of genuine independence
We were not savages
They were not savages
We are now savages
We’ve done more damage
Then our ancestors ever did
Thanks Martyn, I like this very much - another poem worth coming back to many times.
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