Freeport McMoran in Papua Represses Indigenous Peoples

That afternoon, May 10, 2018, he stole my sight. Mama who sat there pensively, ahead of the main road of Pomako harbor, Timika. "Mama dear, what are you thinking? Ah, I know it all, do not you describe it, because just look at you I'm vulnerable," I murmured in my heart being slashed.
The face of his face is falling, with all the pent-up suffering. Living in a shabby house above the rubbish. "Dear Mama, freight and freight trucks owned by Freeport and Indonesia, passing by right in front of your house will not amaze, let alone inspire their hearts," I said in disarray.

Indeed Freeport and Indonesia do not need you. Expensive, and they feel a loss if you get a sheet of board or zinc, let alone cement. That is the character of Freeport capitalists, who daily generate 114 billion, 3.534 trillion per month or 70 trillion per year from your Nemangkawi mountain.
Dear Mama, they love you per day 291,000 tons of Freeport waste poisons, flowing on the Agawagon River to Otomona and Ajikwa, where you're looking for fish and bathing. Volume of the waste will bertamba with new production of Freeport ie GBC, DMLZ until later Wild Cat.
My dear Mama is the new Freeport production names. The ones they've tackled are Estberg, GBT, Dos, Grasberg and Big Gosan. From that already leave the mercury toxic waste in your area of ​​230 km2. Certainly more widespread areas of toxic waste disposal with new production. That means we must prepare the death knell, mama dear.

There is no future in the Republic of Indonesia. Also in US capitalism. They also do not need us. They are more tempted to the gold, copper, uranium, in the mountains that will never end.
Mama dear, never mind! Go there! Look at your children lying hungry in there! They are the future owners, because the future is bound to exist. Akh, my friend Ones Nesta Suhuniap and Huby Ferro, our humor on the road is fragile, although we know in every root of pine tree is hidden karaka. There was a time when Kamoro's mama was serving him.

Dear people