The Valley of Deaths

Felt scared to check my social media

My homeland, the place I call home, is not a safe and peaceful place to live anymore...

Pagan and backward were labels stuck on my forehead...

I Read obituaries for the 'late' every single day now

The word 'R I P' popped up on my screen daily...

Radio broadcast the mourning families announcement constantly...

This mourning song and the sad tales keep going on and on...

The list is getting longer..

List of names of friends, families, acquaintances are mounting up...

Some souls lost by design..

Some lives are taken deliberately by the very poor health services…

Some deaths ended by bullets

Some lives were taken by poisons in cans and bottles...

Being the heir of this rich and wealthy land is a curse for me...

We can die without any reasons

Being heir or heiress is A STRONG REASON to rip off our soul and mutilate us into pieces..

Laws and policies are created to bind us tightly...

Voices are silenced with laws and prisons

Peaceful rallies or demonstrations are forbidden...

Speaking the truth can bring us into a prodeo hotel...

No one must find out about us!

We are isolated from the outside world...

Even our closest brothers and sisters abandon us...

We are left to cry alone

I cried and screamed for 61 years now

Still, no ears are willing to help

Our cry had reached the deaf ears

I know now that I cannot depend on you or anyone else...

This sad tale is mine only

I will wipe my tears

I will continue my journey..

Truth is my true companion

That's the only thing I need

I understand the language of betrayal

I have seen it...

I can sense it...

I have tasted it…

After all...

This is my fight

This is my tale

It is my fate

I will stand up

I won't give

Not yet!

NOT NOW !!

F R E E D O M ✊🏽🔥

By Esther Haluk (West Papua)