I Seat here in the Silence - Simple poetry | Ewawa Magazine
There is a chair
I seat on it in the silence
Nobody sees me when I seat here
At the time, I only able to hear the
birds’ voice
And enjoy the breeze in the loneliness
My heart’s want to cry when I seat
here
Because this place is like my
hometown.
The voice gives me a thousand hope
The voice makes me a few homesick
and remember me in my hometown
Because there are many stories when I
was a child
Even many memorable.
There are many incredible things
Abundant the result of earth
A lot of people surprise with the
wealth
But the owner to be poor on their
property
because there are many intimidation
and treatment
From the immigrant and outsider, that
is a big problem in my beautiful country.
Papua need to volunteer of the other
countries to save
The circumstance going to decline if
there is a togetherness.
Togetherness makes us safe and free
from suffering.
My hometown is PAPUA, it is beautiful
and charm
There are a lot of wealth
One of them is gold, but the users
are others.
My people always want to independent
not money and wealth
They always want to live alone and
peace.
The best way to stop it from the
stealing our wealth is all people should be united to fight
also, display our togetherness, and
involve in the world
so that we are one people, one soul,
black skin and curly hair
we are Melanesian,
Our struggle need to cooperate and
working hard even never give
To seat in front of the TNI and Polri.
These ways make us easier to
independent and free from violence.
#SaveWestPapua
Writer: Melki Bobii
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