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Tetuamarama, the moon, with her long silver hair, is spreading her sequined carpet above the world.
Such beauty painted within my mind
‘They will come on a boat with no outrigger, these children, these branches of the same tree that gave us life. Their bodies will be different from ours, but they will be our brothers, branches of the same tree. They will take our Land for themselves, they will overturn our established order, and the sacred birds of land and sea will gather to mourn.’ A clear-sighted prediction that no one wanted to hear.
Mourning throughout all that is indigenous as this treachery continues
The waterfall’s wild dancing.
Vivid
I look upon my orphan children I look upon my people, torn apart I look upon my shattered body.
…and we weep for generations
Oh my sons, you are new men, Sons of love Nurtured by my impossible golden dreams You are the sparks of the fire That will soon set alight the hearts of our people.
Hope
For a short moment in the eternity of time. Offering me your brightness like a gift.
A cherished gift
tried to adapt to this new universe, so far removed from his own, but he feels like a bird that is lost after flying too far from the nest. Its wings are heavy with distance and fold around its anguish at being lost.
Such awesome imagery!
