Too much to eat

By Leonard Garae

Back home, there is just enough to eat; At school, though we don't realise it, There is too much to eat.

Though our tummies seem empty Our mouths are full; Though our heads seem empty, Out brains are full.

Back home, we fill our mouths With traditional food.

Though our mouths seem empty Our tummies are full; Though our brains seem empty, Our heads are full.

At school we fill our mouths With modern food.

It makes us nervous, And feel dizzy.

It makes us mad, And feel sick.

There is no room for more But the supply ir endless.

They couldn't care less For our traditional food.

Modern food is best, So they say.

They give me more. / refuse.

They punish me And force me to eat it.

Til take my time.

Some day I will say, 'No thank you, I've had enough!

There is too much to eat!'

A striking piece of pottery from the Small Indus tries Research and Development Centre at Wai gani, Port Moresby. The centre is training young craftsmen and five potters have already started pottery studios in Papua New Guinea.