Slowly slipping through the edges of who we are
Has been taken and still is
Overused senses of the ownership of whenua
But do you even ally?
Seen are the lenses of authority that tell us
We can do it by ourselves
Gone is the thing you call respect
With your ways of integrity pinning us
On a wall
But fine.
It is not just us
But Papatūānuku
The one that provides all things
She is to be protected
Fight for her
You got us down
We had hoped
And so it goes.
Replay the button
Glass doors that open
Of “ally”against “enemy”
The backbone of pain to the earth mother
Ahh like a wound it is what you call history
But sadly it is likely a reflection of your mystery
This colonialism butchered our identity
But our decolonial ways is not a waste
The whenua is our mana
It is aroha to her
If you take care of Papatūānuku
She takes care of you
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