Poetry of my Homeland.
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| Author: Samuel Olene Yawai |
By Samuel Olene Yawai
Oh my sweet, beloved Tari
Where blood flows like a river
And killing is a norm
The endless tribal fighting
Leaves my heart in shivers
In Hela, my home province
Where death is a daily reality
And the land is stained red
With continuous brutality
My belly button piercing
A symbol of my roots
But now it's just a reminder
Of the endless disputes
I long for the days
When my TGV was sweet
But now it's filled with sorrow
And the sound of bloodshed beats
My sweet home, my sanctuary
Now a battlefield of fear
Every step I take
My heart trembles with tears
I miss my fresh Iba Hiribi Hayago
And my sweet karukas from the mountains
But they're all just memories now
Buried in the endless fountains
I stand on the mountain
And see it engulfed in fire
But my heart aches
For I can't even see my mother's spire
All I see are the blue snowballs
Of Mountain Haliago
But where is the peace
That we all once used to know?
When will this red rolling
Of bloodshed and death
End in my homeland
And give us a chance for a breath?
The continuous tribal fighting
Brings nothing but pain
Manslaughter, hijacking
When will it all be in vain?
My heart is heavy
For my home and my people
But I will never leave
For this is where I will die, my steeple.
Oh my sweet Tari
Where killing is becoming norm
I pray for peace and unity
For my beloved home to reform.
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