Here's a poem I wrote a long time ago, in Goroka - somewhere after the death penalty was introduced in PNG.
I guess it's not really a poem, just a thought about what we were going through as a country and the decisions we were making then - and now too.
I'm quite fascinated with all kinds of organisations and how close or how far away they are from the human heart, soul and spirit. That's for me one of the questions about what makes an organisation such as a country move - the spirit of organisation or its instruments, or both or none of them.
This came into question for me especially because we made a law that allowed us to take human life - which touches on many dimensions where we begin to question our moral values. And I was thinking that maybe the country had developed a certain mood - 20 years after independence I thought wow, we are finally united about one thing. We collectively feel a mood of anger about the state of crime and lawlessness and we have decided to choose an instrument to deal with our matter of concern - a deadly instrument.
This was the death penalty so obviously it was not an ordinary kind of legal decision. It was a decision to commit collective murder.
I'm not one of those people who believe that human goodness and morals should be regulated by law and at the same time I believe that we are not a cult which has to be ruled by any religious law. That would not be prudent because not many Christian denominations can agree to come to a common understanding about many parts of their holy book.
Although our constitution says that we are a Christian country, we are also a secular state, in that no affair of the state is regulated by the ruling of any single one of our many church denominations. That would be just too chaotic and unnecessary. Specific church belief and moral teachings belong inside each congregation and everyone agrees that religious beliefs should not be imposed outside of a particular congregation so that it would bear upon the dignity and rights of other people from other congregations and other belief systems.
By that same argument, as a culturally diverse country, none of us expects that our national affairs be run using the systems of only one tribal culture but rather by a neutral system of laws that we can all find appropriate and fair to people of all cultures and creeds.
Anyway that is the background to this "poem". Happy reading.
I guess it's not really a poem, just a thought about what we were going through as a country and the decisions we were making then - and now too.
I'm quite fascinated with all kinds of organisations and how close or how far away they are from the human heart, soul and spirit. That's for me one of the questions about what makes an organisation such as a country move - the spirit of organisation or its instruments, or both or none of them.
This came into question for me especially because we made a law that allowed us to take human life - which touches on many dimensions where we begin to question our moral values. And I was thinking that maybe the country had developed a certain mood - 20 years after independence I thought wow, we are finally united about one thing. We collectively feel a mood of anger about the state of crime and lawlessness and we have decided to choose an instrument to deal with our matter of concern - a deadly instrument.
This was the death penalty so obviously it was not an ordinary kind of legal decision. It was a decision to commit collective murder.
I'm not one of those people who believe that human goodness and morals should be regulated by law and at the same time I believe that we are not a cult which has to be ruled by any religious law. That would not be prudent because not many Christian denominations can agree to come to a common understanding about many parts of their holy book.
Although our constitution says that we are a Christian country, we are also a secular state, in that no affair of the state is regulated by the ruling of any single one of our many church denominations. That would be just too chaotic and unnecessary. Specific church belief and moral teachings belong inside each congregation and everyone agrees that religious beliefs should not be imposed outside of a particular congregation so that it would bear upon the dignity and rights of other people from other congregations and other belief systems.
By that same argument, as a culturally diverse country, none of us expects that our national affairs be run using the systems of only one tribal culture but rather by a neutral system of laws that we can all find appropriate and fair to people of all cultures and creeds.
Anyway that is the background to this "poem". Happy reading.
A Death Penalty
They sat under the shade
Of a meeting mango tree
The magistrate and a councillor
And the mother of the house
She rattled with her cooking
The pastor was her husband
And formal with their guests
The day was to be long
Their voices grave in tone
The law had long been passed
Death was legal and proper
To punish crimes to a degree
The councillor faced the magistrate
This concept is a crime
How would you so determine
A crime to be so bad
That one must die for it
Good councillor my friend
I cannot be exact
I myself feel convicted
That I must pass a judgement
To take a human life
Even from a criminal
The law abiding pastor
He spoke of these two questions
Who would kill the sentenced
And how would that be done
But pastor said the councillor
Do you accept this law
No councillor good friend
You know of course I don't
I too must live with it
But I was only asking
The three relaxed to eat
And she spoke then quite clear
You three important men
Custodians of the peace
Leaders of the thought procession
People behind you who scream
They would not wear your sandals
But look at how they shout
Expatriates, businessmen and politicians
The elite the cream of society
Your other frightened people
Who understand no modern laws
They live each day supressed
Not knowing how to move
Your justice frightens them
With tearful eye she left
There sat the men alone
Their voices rose again
Dilemma persisted
Who was to execute
What would a method be
They contradicted much
Of words they'd said before
But some of what they thought
Had life and left their tongues
A man must do the killing
It fits in with his roles
A woman fits the role
She represents the conscience
Maybe an expatriate
They run the country too
A criminal should execute
They handle blood much better
A tribal fighter too
Would do a job well done
Politicians and hypocrites
They too deserve to hang
Bureaucrats perhaps
They work without their souls
The list went on and on
They thought they had to stop
And search for ways of killing
With shudders they proceeded
They made a gruesome list
Each item was explored
Criterion Accorded
Pointed with et cetera
And contradictions too
The ideal execution
Was one that ended quick
Or had public support
Public participation
Where we all shared the blood
Our unborn children too
And we were satisfied
That justice had been done
And criminals learnt their lesson
Perhaps a cult or caste
Could do the dirty job
Without identity
An execution mask
A new tradition mask
Said a passing bloke
Eavesdropping to the beach
They slept that night without
Much peace from all their talk
And sunlight speared them wake
To walk back to the log
Under the mango tree
That still provided shade
Reminiscent moods
Came clouding present thought
The three old man sat silent
Before their talks began
A gloomy rifting silence
Sobbered by the night
Separated by concerns
Their betel nuts were slow
To melt their frozen tongues
Their minds just sought recluse
To gather and be strong
The pastor cleared his throat
We did not make the law
Ourselves are not to blame
That's true the council said
We help to keep the law
But laws are changing now
The magistrate conceded
We must keep with the change
The law frustrates me too
Gets difficult to rule
To tell where justice lies
You know that past traditions
Knew justice clearly too
We're ruling for two cultures
The old ones and the new
Please bear that in your mind
I justify no crime
But striving to be fair
To understand all sides
Is difficult enough
And then I stand alone
Sending killers to their graves
I would be killer too
A murderer if you like
And you too are the same
You would condone me too
Criminals kill for sure
But you and I let's think
Is it the same for us
To plan a person's death
To sit under this tree
Premeditate and contemplate
Entertain visions of their blood
You would agree with me
That when we choose to kill
Eradicate to settle crime
Achieve justice by a death penalty
Society would have changed
These unkind brutal measures
Will they solve our problems
And will the crime rate drop
That's not a proven fact
Martin Maden 1995