Sonnet VIII: My Ancestors
Long ago, my ancestors roamed this place
These mountains, jungles and mighty rivers
With bow and arrows and mud on their face
They were cannibals that fed on livers
From open savannahs to coastal plain
Rich with a vast range of animal life
They could make storm clouds and bring rain
My ancestors lived free and without strife
Missionaries came and said they’re unholy
You should never judge their tattooed cover
Why say their black magic was ungodly
When your fabled Jesus walked on water?
Never look at my people with distaste
And never draw such conclusions in haste.
Jordan Dean, Copyright © 2016
About the Author
Jordan Dean was born on June 12, 1984 on Fergusson Island, Milne Bay Province, Papua New Guinea. He currently works with the Papua New Guinea (Research), Science and Technology Secretariat in Port Moresby. He is the author of ‘Tattooed Face: A collection of Poems’ (2016) and ‘Follow the Rainbow: Selected Poems’ (2016).
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