My Mama My Home

You are welcome not
My stolen lands
My quiet grounds
My croaking voice
And my beating heart
I hear her not, I see her not 
Her children bear the mark of extinction
Her children water bound
Her children lost and never to be found 
The silence has crippled limbs of the already deaf 
Resounding chants of my ancestors
Bones quiver in their graves 
Must we disturb the parted 
Her voice is sinking deep in the bellows of the ocean 
Turning in her rotten corpse 
You hear her not you fear her not
You don’t recognise her 
Her hands cold to brace yet fall apart 
Her tiring tongue of lost hope
Her boneless dream
And her dying soul
She weeps you bleed, for who are we without she
Mana Moana in everyone and everything we see. 
What have you done ?
Who are you now?
What do you know ?
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Leave my lands alone.