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artivism ~ #lestweforget – te ngutu o te manu

translation : ‘the Beak of the Bird’

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every year we remember the queen and her god dam birthday.

it has no relevance to us and if anything, is a fucking insult.

her imported colonial disease ridden troops,

borrowed from all corners of the globe.

stolen from other countries and cultures they had killed off.

absorbing their people into their front line troops.

expendable i think they call them.

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of this batch, came mongrels.

commemorated mongrels.

that have streets and parks named after them.

plaques and crosses erected in their honour.

scattered all over our land

stand their erections of dysfunction.

it reads the dead memory:

this cross is erected in memory

of the officers & men who fell or died

from wounds received near this spot

in engagements with the maori tribes on the night

of August 20th and the morning of

August 21st 1868 and on September 7th 1868.

and 1oo years on

they remembered tangata whenua

as an after thought they named one,

and mention those

who were not caught up in an engagement.

but were defending their lands.

their homes.

their families.

their right.

to live.

their turangawaewae.

it reads:

Te Ngutu O Te Manu

This domain marks the locality of the fortified village Te Ngutu o te Manu

which in 1868 was the headquarters of the Maori tohunga and warrior chief,

Titokowaru.

On 21 August 1868 it was attacked and partially destroyed

by colonial forces commanded by Lieutenant~Colonel McDonnell.

A second assault made on 7 September by a combined European and Maori force,

resulted in a decisive victory for the defenders.

Among those killed on this occasion was Inspector Von Tempsky

of the Armed Constabulary who led one of the three

detachments of the attacking forces.

and still its commemoration

is polluted with blaming language.

the type that makes the engage-ees

complicit in their own demise.

and places the perpetrator in a more

respectable, victorious and historic light.

but no mention, other than the word ‘village’

denotes the sanctity of this place.

the place; when your feet touch the ground

you can hear the children,

and the soothing song of their mamas.

where; as you brush your finger tips over the branches,

you can smell the blood.

the tears.

where you can feel the war cry.

where you can feel the strategy,

the survival.

in the sunshine and the rain

you can feel their voices

whispering their strength

whispering their lives.

you can feel their voices

raging against the invasion

standing under the power of their ancient maunga

and their beautiful tipuna.

#lestweforget

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activism ~ #lestweforget – ‘strange fruit’

Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is the fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

Poem by by Abel Meeropol.

#lestweforget

revolution

imagine if we all stopped.

stopped work

stopped attending

stopped shopping

stopped.

what would they do?

what would happen?

we forget

that we have the power

we elect

we set the course.

open letter: dear functioning kiddy fuckers. PS:

yes thats right,

i haven’t forgotten, about the teeny tiny

weaner

belonging to the

teeny tiny –

lawyer

doctor

surgeon

politician

clergyman

pastor

dentist

MP

judge.

ohhh, don’t worry

i would hate to leave you out.

you lot have managed to stay tucked up

as snug as a bug in a teeny weeny rug,

far away from the monster

under the bed.

you lot pretend to reside in far loftier surrounds –

the boardroom

your leagues

and gentlemen clubs.

a little amusing

that you should categorise your dealings.

pretty sure a kiddy fucker,

is just a kiddy fucker.

like shit is shit.

putting icing on it,

don’t make it a cake,

you fuckers.

oh, but i lose my manners.

you are not immune

from the tiny weaner syndrome.

the inadequacy that propels you to

surf for little prey.

yes, you are just inadequate.

pathetic.

miserable.

small.

you may have a blue collar,

a white collar.

but you deserve less

than

a

dog collar

but i see you too.

to the rest of humanity

~ don’t leave your children unattended

~ don’t disregard our intuition

~ if you think that its dodgy; then it is

~ these fuckers don’t take a vacation