"koteka" poems
Black gold and copper,
Cendrawasih and koteka
Had lost somewhere,
or deprived by someone ?
Please, return everything from this land.
Return the sound of jungle
nor the sound of gurgling river.
Please hear our voices, in the thick of forest.
Please hear our voices, that's been long time hidden.
Cendrawasih cried,
Our tradition gone.
Rivers polluted
Our jungle moan
Papua is crying
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 10:51 AM UTC