10-12-2017, 07:09 AM
They don't give us enough
food in here.
my bones have shown
for lack of kai.
When I told my mother,
she brought roasted fish
from a hangi earth oven.
She was turned away
for lack of "written permission
of the prison manager."
Who gives us permission to survive?
Half the people here speak
Te Reo in whispered prayers and tears,
when a seventh of the land
remains to say wewete.
food in here.
my bones have shown
for lack of kai.
When I told my mother,
she brought roasted fish
from a hangi earth oven.
She was turned away
for lack of "written permission
of the prison manager."
Who gives us permission to survive?
Half the people here speak
Te Reo in whispered prayers and tears,
when a seventh of the land
remains to say wewete.
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