Papua New Guinea

Fiddle sticks can beat a rhythm
Fast, and thus in tune,
But also in the aftermath,
They can be used, by lune,

To hurt and injure so the bones
Of others in the path,
Of one who hankers for the power
Of all who of Sun, bath.

Take care not to thus resort
To spoiling that which is,
Take time out to reflect, at will,
Of all that’s given His

Name the honour of the people
Who struggle to keep the tune,
Who look for the Piper with a heart
Of love and wisdom soon.