#Bilum.. Tanka

Our identities,

woven into the fibre

of this lovely womb

hangs my beautiful country,

Papua New Guinea’s life.

Telling the story

of birth pangs and growing up

our thirsty souls cry

to find answers in the race

choked with information age.

God of this nation,

unrighteousness and doubts gnaw,

as the bilum hungs,

with our precious souls treasured,

is exposed to rats and thieves.

Pour your anointing

oil, unto the dormant seeds

of your words to grow

so the flowers shall bloom in this

land of paradise again.

Photo by jgp

Bilum, art, woven, nature, tanka, verse,

Poetry, micro poetry,