Who am I?

By Donald Kalpokas

Under the wings of history’s two great enemies I was betrayed into the den of the Protocols of 1914, My beautiful land was alienated through fraud.

I am ignorant of the Western shrewd culture, My future is uncertain, Pandemonium is the right word For my so-called government, I long for a day of improvement.

I travel abroad with an identity card For I am stateless and have no right Of appeal in my country’s high court.

Who am I, lost in the ocean of confusion?

My ‘tea tare’ takes very little notice of my cry.

At least I am still able to swim But I wouldn’t like to be washed ashore On the desert of a French Pacific Republic, Who am I?

I am that third citizen of my country, The only condominium in the world.