2020 Open Call , Poems - Malene Dee Gray Potoura
When Rifles Reign
By Malene Dee Gray Potoura
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(This poem is dedicated to my beloved father and to all the innocent people who were assassinated in Bougainville by rebels who turned sour and lost what the true fighters were fighting for. May forgiveness reign among all peoples of Bougainville and may the souls of those killed so mercilessly rest in peace).
Thus embedded in my heart
        Dawn came as a curse
        Grandpa mist dragged them in
        Not his fault though
        My awakening that stood still
        For Rifles’ rule I saw!
Came hurdling at my door
        Sleepy eyed, I witnessed
        Nest I called home destroyed
        Ransacked to ashes and ruins
        Scattered, as I fled and escaped
        Rifles fired over my head!
Mothers held their daughters hands
        And wept, as the distance closed
        Fathers and sons bounded
        As they bled and cried
        ‘Leave our daughters be’
        ‘Leave our mothers be’
        Rifles whacked them!
Brotherhood and colour
        Came all to nothingness
        Bloodlines and dynasties
        Disrespected and destroyed
        Love, respect and honour
        Erased by the power of rifles!
A long march you took
        Beaten and disgraced
        No court, no magistrate, no judge
        Heard your case
        A man without summons
        Sentenced by the mandate of rifles!
Two sons turned away
        Their backs they gave you
        Not hate, not cowardice, not fear
        It was love, it was respect, it was admiration
        For blood was about to be shed
        As rifles were raised and aimed!
For on the bridge you stood
        Bravely, powerfully, peacefully
        A man sentenced without a hearing
        A failed constitution, a failed court house
        A failed race, a failed lineage
        Rifles fired!
Gift of life ended!
        Rolled over that bridge!
        Like a criminal!
        Like a murderer!
        Like a convict!
        Like a nothing!
Innocence; twice proven by Divine powers
        By One who Created! Magistrate!
        By Only Life Giver! Judge!
        Crocodiles’ mouths He shut!
        Like lions of Daniel!
        Rifles ruled; Creator is Ruler!
Now, you rest dear papa
        Laid in your own soil
        Ground you walked on
        Coloured like your skin
        Land you loved and treasured
        Home of your ancestors
        Rest in peace.
Malene Dee Gray Potoura from Papua New Guinea is a teacher and a prolific writer. She writes books for adults and children and recently released a book Dee’s Longs and Shorts. 
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