Wings On The Vulture

Let us wake now from this sleep

before there’s nothing left for the meek to inherit

the missionaries stole it and their kids won’t share it

as they still fly old glory over stolen land

broken with bibles and pineapples, canned

and shipped to Rome from fields of plastic

lets thank Ke Akua that the āina’s elastic

stretch but don’t snap, bend but don’t break

the land will be fine but the people can’t take much more

and Hawaii is still a nation at war

occupied and colonized, it’s sociocide

as Uncle Sam slowly tries to kill a culture

we fund the empire, we put wings on the vulture

as it leaves sacred land polluted and bombed out

and turns to the east in search of a new route

a new treasure map showing soon-to-be bones

if Cook found it yesterday, today we’d use drones

and Kanaka Maoli would be synonymous with Al-Qaeda or ISIS

thankfully thats not the case today, but still we must resist

because every Afghani, every Iraqi, every Syrian, every Yemeni and every Palestinian

killed with the bombs that our taxes pay for

are Hawaiian, are Japanese, are HUMAN, one and all

together we stand or divided we fall

we all must resist just like Gandhi and King

and we’ll be amazed at the things

that non-violence can bring

so as refugees sing a redemption song

lets emancipate ourselves and sing along

lets not pay for the bombs and the bullets that fly

lets not just shrug as our family dies

and complain that there’s nothing that we can do

if we pull the plug, then the war is through

though the taxman might scare you and fill you with fear

we fuel the oppression year after year

we paid for the rope, we paid for the crosses

we paid for all of humanities losses

we funded Columbus, we fueled merchant ships

we paid for James Cook on all of his trips

now I suggest we resist funding more death

so before we die we might share in the breath of life

without being complicit in the death of our sisters and brothers

and the desecration of the earth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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