Lucky We Live Hawaii

We’re lucky we live

Hawaii, must be the vog

though ’cause we can’t see

turtles and monk seals dying

and we can’t hear Kanaka

crying, and we don’t

have a word to say when it’s

independence day

in this land we occupy

we see people suffering

and we wonder why

as they serve us Mai Tai’s while

we steal their best waves

and we build our houses on

their Heiau and graves, and we

thank the troops who are

desecrating this āina,

making these islands

bleed into the ocean so

they can learn how to kill more

efficiently, and

we ignore the TMT

because there’s so much

to do and so much to see,

turtles basking on the beach,

I met a woman

once who teaches yoga and

surfing, she lives in

a yurt and sells aloha

Hawaiian shirts. She doesn’t

eat any ham, fresh

or canned, but she built her yurt

on this stolen land.

 

Some folks stand up for

nothing but paddle boards and

they miss IZ’s point

while they strum his chords.

They’re lucky they live

Hawaii, but blind to what

they don’t want to see,

turtles and monk seals dying

on trash filled beaches, we are

lying to ourselves if we

pretend that this is

America rather than

occupied Hawaiian land

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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