Pacific Islands Monthly
The news magazine of the South Pacific · since 1930
Pacific Islands Monthly, 1 August 1973Vol. 44, No. 8

The Encounter

p. 72 · Read in the full issue

Page 7272

By Konai Held Thaman

I am showered with voices Glorifying this age of freedom; Of Free Love and Do Your Own Thing; But there is Hate and War.

We are free, they say, to love Whom we please Where we please How we please; But we hate the Communists And are apathetic towards Blacks (Although we invite them to dinner) We are not really free In this great country of Liberty To live with our fellow humans; We are so full of lust and self-centredness Overpowered by our own blindness; And we do not know how to love or receive love; Our hearts are dry and cracked And we drift in the path of Fantasy Across the high-rising buildings Of Moneyland Peering only momentarily Into the windows of Life But refusing to enter; For the entrance fee is high The sacrifice is too much to make — It is death of ourselves And the game we play.

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