Tribes from “I am a Temptress” Poem


A section from a free verse I have submitted for The Crocodile Prize: Papua New Guinea National Literary Awards

Tribes ©JK.Leahy

Tribes

Innocent children

New generation manufactured

Wear insanity clots in their brains

Pride and hate chokes their virtue

Tall, brave, strong the powerful warriors

Weak, tiny, gentle, still vow quiet achievers

Education’s location teaches disparity

Traditions and rituals are fading colours

Ancestors cringe and weep in graves

Chanting laments, many rhythms

Echoing songs 300 tongues

Traditions decomposed

Decrees derail

Lost

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