My ancestor advised his descendants
You were born with two hands to use
Hold your rākau and maintain independence
And use theirs to deflect the abuse
Racism, cultural appropriation...
‘don’t be sensitive, we’re joking around’
Words louder than your inaction
God defend all, except for the Brown
Being Māori isn’t something to envy
At least that’s what your media portrays
Yet my survival will be my legacy
Like the land, it will remain for all days
I am a rākau, my roots here run deep
But your words make my ancestors weep