
A label, Sangua mama
Life in the Anthropocene
A label, Sangua mama, born in lacking hearts and anger, and my humble, floral sun which is born in smiles and wonder.
Once, she was a proud girl. Before their superstition and anger stripped her shivering soul bare naked in the streets earlier this year.
Once, she smiled upon the rays of the sun. Before they cut her skin deep with knives, fueled by hate, fear, and a burning wish to destroy
something dear and pretty.
Once, she enjoyed making love. Before burning hot rods of metal had been inserted inside her genitals, tarnishing, and burning flesh, and destroying her sexual pleasures for all of life.
Once, she proudly walked these streets of ours and the forest roads nearby. Once her mind jumped in joy as the fluttering birds let their song fly free upon the wind that caressed her hair. Once, was now the remnant memories of a calm reality before they tortured her outside in the
burning midday sun, in the open street next to their own homes and quarters, outside in the view of the public eye, a torture meant to steal her life and
pride in front of an ocean of cheering children, fearful people, and smug indifferent police.
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Her crime was severe in their fearful minds.
In the cities and countryside of Papua New Guinea in the year of our Anthropocene, the fact that she was a female was still enough of a crime.
A female in the wrong place and unprotected from the strength and numbers of brothers and a caring husband and a compassionate society when the
angry mob scavenged the streets for a witch to blame for the death of a 6-year-old.
And no, this beautiful woman was not related at all to the illness and death of that unfortunate boy.
She was simply born a female and she was just unfortunate enough to be in the wrong place when the angry mob picked her out to be a witch.
They proceeded to torture her in the open place, intentionally ruining the rest of her life while 600 people observed it happening.
In Papua New Guinea, a poor developing country, but also very rich on natural resources, a new kind of anger and filthy evil has grown,
for decades slowly burning over the fires of poverty and injustice while rich corporations kept stealing their natural resources.
Unemployment and poverty kept rising, and its people was left to the wind to be exploited as rich corporate owners carved new
gold in mining and other commercial exploits.
And as this divide grows it provided Papua New Guineas old superstitious beliefs of dark magic and witches with a
new and much worse kind of heartless evil that no one opposed. Its perhaps most evil incarnation appear in the shape of angry,
and at times drug fuelled mobs that take their anger out on any random "witch" they encounter.
This girl escaped alive at least.
And she is now hiding in safety away from the mob that not just once, but twice sought her out to torture her for her crimes of being a women.
But she is not a sad and unfortunate exception if that is what you are thinking as you read these words of mine.
Similar things happen all the time. Some numbers actually claim that as many as 90% of all females in Papua New Guinea have
suffered similar gender based violence and abuse.
Abuse that by law is forbidden but in reality, not opposed by anyone except for at times bewildered officials which almost
desperate for words repeat the mantra that it is wrong and that it needs to stop.
The question that ponders upon my mind is why the hate.
Why the ignorant fear that has zero ties to the reality of poverty and dying children. Not just in PNG, but all over the world.
Why are we once again seeing the commercial exploit by already rich corporations and their owners.
Why the silence from the world and the powers that be, which we for a short while allow the right to protect our daily life,
to provide safe guidance and protection. Why do the world and its leaders allow the planting of these selfish seeds again and again and again.
Hate breeds hate.
Fear breeds fear.
Ignorance and exploit breeds both and together it can only produce a sadly smiling world. So, why?.
But no worries, dear reader - as bleak as some events in this world might feel (and are), as clouded as the judgement of some are, and
as far as I am concerned, as I think these dark thoughts and write these words for you to read, I am still marvelling at my wonderful day, and so should you.
Still enjoying life as bright and loving and free as it should be for you and everybody else too.
Neither of us should ever turn a blind eye to the reality of the day. Neither of us should be the silent one that willingly refuse to speak
up, because that is approving of the real wrongs in life.
No one should allow society to go down the wrong path out of fear for things that actually hold very little power in the world.
But as we keep these very real things in our minds, we need to still enjoy and marvel at the wonders in our daily life,
the sunset, the singing birds, the grace of your lover, the beauty you stare upon in your mirror.
We should all enjoy the littlest marvels in a kiss upon our lips, the cascading waterfalls and the art that fills our mind and soul with awe.
But neither of us should shy away from acknowledging the reality of the things that have gone wrong. Simply because no one needs to close their mind to
the dark in life to enjoy the magic of life.
We should, remain equally fascinated by mankind's shortcomings as we are by the discoveries that each unfolding morning brings with it,
we live in a day and time where it now seems that we will 'soonish' be able to verify the existence of multiple, never ending universes.
People talk about billions of habitable planets, humanity colonizing mars and our life expectancy sky rocketing in just 20 to 30 years.
Each day born holds dark and sadness in the world, such as the situation in Papua New Guinea, but it also
holds joy and proud moments such as when Wendy stood up for equality and females in Texas June 2013, and for every single day of all our lives,
things such as this is but one of a million different questions and wonders and sadness that our gorgeous life gives birth to each and every day.
Questions and marvels, sad facts of someones pain and mournful day, someones joyful smiles and thoughts, and all equally deserving of being seen and
heard, told and considered just as the wonders of life and my floral sun.
"lawless behavior of some police had destroyed community confidence and trust",
Official Police review in PNG
Regarding human rights violations
Violations of human rights and gender based violence in Papua New Guinea had reached such widespread levels in 2007 that the government
conceded by then they had actually been feeding crime, insecurity and a breakdown in the rule of law.
At which point, acting Governor-General, Sir Paulias Matane noted in 2007, “the constabulary, instead of protecting and serving the community was being seen more as a threat to our very security.”
- But despite situations such as NPG and prism and the war on women, and Donald Trumps angry rise, we all should have high hopes for tomorrow.
Reality is, every day and every year, life improves worldwide.
With the ever growing "educated voice" of this growing worldwide conscience of citizens that hears and see, talk,
learn and listen to and from each other outside of state controlled media and reality obfuscated, silently curated news and angry entrenched politicians.
Outside news born from the agenda of simple minded corporate lobbyist and extremist organizations that shy away from the reality of science and
life, empathy and care, the world slowly becomes more aware, more emphatic, caring and human.
And slowly we all create a more just and equal world where the horrors that plagues every day life of so many will have less room to
grow and hurt, and that change happens for every day and breath you take with eyes and mind that see.
So, I am now wishing you a wonderful rest of this day and week =).
It was the year
4.5 Billion
[ "and
with the rising
sun
we turned,
the pages
of a brand new day" ]
Our Paean
Out of my, shallow grave
You raise me from the soil,
with your
haunting words that play
on the senses of the
imaginary, With strokes of life
that warms my soul
with your tongue
that is so very skilled and sensuous,
You call me up
To dance beneath
the ever tree
to the right of you
For all
eternity
But once I stand,
you raise your head, from down
your
knees
And while my hand was
not
thought, to be
yours, to hold, beyond the grave forlorn
In the shadows
Of each silent night, we found a lease
To play, like the moon
and roaming
wolf that follow close
to each other
like
two birds, of feathers,
we are now playing tag
Eternal
as one we rush
through mist
on top
what is, but broken fortress
From within, A hymn, of bursting hearts,
perhaps it comes from down, the beavers
river, curled up dreams like baleful stars
with raging foam of moving oceans
that greet our
last, few steps
like stones and soil, we flow together
From mountains top
That fall, so high, back to the crust
of a thousand sea
Until once more,
the light
Of day, comes to cease
Our lustful games, the sun that passed
the night
Beneath our
sprawling tree
Come good morning
To say, goodbye,
You raise me soon
Enough, to dance
Another night,
and
together
We stayed, remain, we fall so slow,
we run with stars we swim,
climb and bleed,
venture forth
for all eternity
Beneath this seldom tree

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