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Bougainville

20 Sunday May 2018

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Bush Poetry, Historical, War

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Arawa, Australian bush poetry, Australian traditional poetry, Bougainville Copper Limited, Bougainville Island, Bougainville War, Panguna, poem, poetry

So quick to strike are the seeds of war
And the harvest reaped is bitter.
An emerald jewel with a fatal flaw,
For a speck of hatred lay at its core
For the progress made and the rule of law
When the treasure had lost its glitter.

How many of you in your graves lie dead?
How many lives were shattered?
The coral sands now stained with red,
And the villages flaming as you fled
From the smothering smoke as your country bled –
To the four winds you were scattered.

The mine in the mountains gone to waste
And the towns where we lived all burned.
Repent at leisure for deeds in haste
For rebellion’s cup is with poison laced
As men go mad as your blood they taste
And too late is the lesson learned.

Where are you John, and Ambrose too?
Did you survive this madness?
And Bilou and Tioni, are they with you?
Tell me, who are left of our old crew?
Though I have asked, none said, none knew;
Seems all that’s left is sadness.

And what of the island I first saw
With the Crown Prince Range enshrouded
With cloud that turned to the smoke of war
As the future burned and the bullets tore –
Can it be plucked from the devil’s maw?
Is its fate forever clouded?

Paradise Clinic

22 Wednesday Apr 2015

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Bush Poetry, Historical

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Arawa Clinic, Bougainville Copper, Bougainville Island, Bougainville War, Panguna, Papua New Guinea, poem, poetry, sonnet, Tropical diseases and parasites

In paradise if you got sick you died,
Until the miners brought the modern drugs.
The dead were many and the graves were wide;
Utopia is strewn with deadly bugs.
The natives from the bush, with skirts of grass,
Their jungle rot, it ate right to the bone,
But ’twas no match for potions sealed in glass
That healed the sores of men who crafted stone.
Malaria, the fever killed them young,
Until the quinine quelled the parasite.
The maladies of liver and of lung
Were treated, and the darkness turned to light.
Some think the tropic places paradise;
Reality is not so neat or nice.

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