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EMPERORS NEW CLOTHES AGAIN

Our leaders to the left and to the right
have become children of the darkness;
they talk of wisdom when there is no wisdom,
they trade creed and formula for knowledge,
they cry peace, peace, when there is no peace.

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SELF

We are accountable to no one,
no higher power, no beating heart;
we take what is not ours to take
and keep for ourselves the bread
that for others was broken.

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OF THAT SPIRIT

We build ourselves
in our own image
and declare that the
spirit of life who
brooded over the
waters at the
beginning of time,
shall not touch our
law-bound hearts.

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SOCIALISM

You come through my front door,
in your hand, a paper of law,
you tell me I must think like you,
I can’t say what I know any more,
you say I must be like you.

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VOICES

There are old voices that know me well
and newer whispers breaking through,
I have always sailed on the rising swell,
winds of change talk of something new.

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THREE WEEKS OF RAIN

Into the third week of rain
and there are heavy grey
curtains hanging across
my sightless window panes

Into the third week of rain
and the grass is drowning
in a watery field,
flowers are bowed in pain.

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THE LAST SUPPER

Here peace was razed low
by fear and greed and the
promises were broken before
the time of harvest could be
reaped, before the bread of
welcome could be broken
on the hard soil of Parihaka.

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PARIHAKA

Our hearts were hidden
under a korowai of cloud,
the homeless song drifted
three inches above the land
like the charcoal and smoke
wafting from the fires and
musket shot of desolation;

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OPEN MIC

The song was on the floor and
the walls and the ceiling and
all around the smiling hearts
who had gathered to taste its tune.

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RACE AGAINST TIME

We hark back to the days of our youth,
framing photographs on the corridors
of our cherished memories, trying hard
to fathom the faces watching us as our
footsteps become more urgent.

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