Poem; WHERE IS AUSTRALIA’S ' WAITANGI DAY' ?
I didn’t realize that this week was Indigenous Week. In the quad sitting on my own I got thinking about it and what it means to me, as a foreigner looking from the outside in. Doing so I got to think about the country I was born and raised in; Aotearoa. This is the poem I penned when I should've actually been studying. lol
Why is Indigenous Week not a Waitangi Day?
Maybe the divide is greater than what the politicians say.
Where is the National public holiday to tell the truth and show respect?
Admittance to past crimes and deeds.
Remember when your people were free?
Boundaries and properties marked by tress.
A time when it was no dream
Your culture blossomed as bright
As the most beautiful (now extinct) flower
When your people were already civilized;
And who welded power too.
A second class society from January 1788
An embarrassment; white eyes only saw apes.
How dare these savages have all the good land?
When t should be cultivated and ploughed
Like the countryside of ol’ England.
Who needs guns when one has disease?
This news is great! The white king will be pleased
Shoot them at will…
Don’t worry you won’t be hung
Joyous occasions where
Songs will be written and sung.
So put a shrimp on the barbecue and have a beer
Salute the Union Jack that represents
This country's past fear.
By Prince Labiel