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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