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		<title>Tonga: A Social Poem</title>
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		<published>2019-08-10T12:08:54+02:00</published>
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			<name>lazar</name>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;We sat chatting about Vavau Tua Lik;&lt;br /&gt;Then the women spoke to us:&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Let's go look for Lik, to watch the sunset;&lt;br /&gt;Let's listen to the birds chirp and the dove coo.&lt;br /&gt;Let's pick flowers on the slope of Matato.&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a swim in the sea and in fresh water&lt;br /&gt;Of Wov Akasa, and let us smell the scented oil.&lt;br /&gt;Let's knit wreaths and wrap our flowers&lt;br /&gt;Which we picked at Matato.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;We stand on the slope of Matato, motionless, staring down&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Where the deep sea is visible.&lt;br /&gt;And as our soul floats, from the tall toa trees, from the plain of the interior&lt;br /&gt;A strong wind is coming to us.&lt;br /&gt;My soul expands as I watch the waves in the deep,&lt;br /&gt;How foolishly they try to break through the solid rocks!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how lucky we are to be here instead of Mu!&lt;br /&gt;It's evening - let's go to the village!&lt;br /&gt;Hearing! The voices of the singer are heard.&lt;br /&gt;Are they preparing to play, to celebrate the night at Tene's grave?&lt;br /&gt;Let's go there!&lt;br /&gt;But shouldn't we think about our earlier life,&lt;br /&gt;When the war had not yet split our country ?!&lt;br /&gt;Come on! War is something terrible!&lt;br /&gt;See: The country is devastated and many people have been cruelly killed.&lt;br /&gt;The chiefs were left without huts, no longer sneaking around,&lt;br /&gt;To their mistresses, in the moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;Enough thinking! It's just a wish! Our country is at war!&lt;br /&gt;Fiji has invaded our country Tonga:&lt;br /&gt;Now we have to make war.&lt;br /&gt;Let's leave the sad thoughts; tomorrow we may be dead!&lt;br /&gt;Let's dress Hikulu now, put her on Tapa's head,&lt;br /&gt;We decorate our forehead with wreaths of Jiala,&lt;br /&gt;We hang white Huns flowers around the door to highlight&lt;br /&gt;Our skin dark from the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Hear the people cry!&lt;br /&gt;The dance ends, and they share the rite from our ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;Let's go home tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Men want us - they beg us to give them&lt;br /&gt;Our wreaths of flowers;&lt;br /&gt;Flattering us, telling us:&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Beautiful women from Lik,&lt;br /&gt;Their skin is lovely with sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;Their scent is like the flowerbed of Mataloko and Veihu.&lt;br /&gt;I long to go to Lik: tomorrow, tomorrow, let's go there already!&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tonga&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;noopener&quot;&gt;Tonga&lt;/a&gt;, officially the Kingdom of Tonga, is a Polynesian sovereign state and archipelago comprising 169 islands, of which 36 are inhabited.&lt;/p&gt;</summary>
		<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;We sat chatting about Vavau Tua Lik;&lt;br /&gt;Then the women spoke to us:&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Let's go look for Lik, to watch the sunset;&lt;br /&gt;Let's listen to the birds chirp and the dove coo.&lt;br /&gt;Let's pick flowers on the slope of Matato.&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a swim in the sea and in fresh water&lt;br /&gt;Of Wov Akasa, and let us smell the scented oil.&lt;br /&gt;Let's knit wreaths and wrap our flowers&lt;br /&gt;Which we picked at Matato.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;We stand on the slope of Matato, motionless, staring down&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Where the deep sea is visible.&lt;br /&gt;And as our soul floats, from the tall toa trees, from the plain of the interior&lt;br /&gt;A strong wind is coming to us.&lt;br /&gt;My soul expands as I watch the waves in the deep,&lt;br /&gt;How foolishly they try to break through the solid rocks!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how lucky we are to be here instead of Mu!&lt;br /&gt;It's evening - let's go to the village!&lt;br /&gt;Hearing! The voices of the singer are heard.&lt;br /&gt;Are they preparing to play, to celebrate the night at Tene's grave?&lt;br /&gt;Let's go there!&lt;br /&gt;But shouldn't we think about our earlier life,&lt;br /&gt;When the war had not yet split our country ?!&lt;br /&gt;Come on! War is something terrible!&lt;br /&gt;See: The country is devastated and many people have been cruelly killed.&lt;br /&gt;The chiefs were left without huts, no longer sneaking around,&lt;br /&gt;To their mistresses, in the moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;Enough thinking! It's just a wish! Our country is at war!&lt;br /&gt;Fiji has invaded our country Tonga:&lt;br /&gt;Now we have to make war.&lt;br /&gt;Let's leave the sad thoughts; tomorrow we may be dead!&lt;br /&gt;Let's dress Hikulu now, put her on Tapa's head,&lt;br /&gt;We decorate our forehead with wreaths of Jiala,&lt;br /&gt;We hang white Huns flowers around the door to highlight&lt;br /&gt;Our skin dark from the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Hear the people cry!&lt;br /&gt;The dance ends, and they share the rite from our ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;Let's go home tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Men want us - they beg us to give them&lt;br /&gt;Our wreaths of flowers;&lt;br /&gt;Flattering us, telling us:&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Beautiful women from Lik,&lt;br /&gt;Their skin is lovely with sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;Their scent is like the flowerbed of Mataloko and Veihu.&lt;br /&gt;I long to go to Lik: tomorrow, tomorrow, let's go there already!&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tonga&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;noopener&quot;&gt;Tonga&lt;/a&gt;, officially the Kingdom of Tonga, is a Polynesian sovereign state and archipelago comprising 169 islands, of which 36 are inhabited.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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