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The Colonisation Poem pt.2 "The King, The Mercanary, The Cleansing"

I Remember when their vessel had first docked upon our SHORES

At first, I was UNSURE as of to their purpose

While the people of my village stood there AMAZED

Thinking to myself I began to SAY or question

From where did this big ship APPEAR

Out of thin AIR, out of NOWHERE

And the most important question of all is

Why is it that they come HERE?

You see me being a KING, these are THINGS

I had to EVALUATE

As my brain began to RACE

And my heart began to beat FAST

AS they finally MADE their WAY

From their boat to our LAND

And upon our SAND

In which he had first step FOOT

With this precious BOOK

That he declared to be so HOLY

Yet I noticed that he had held CLOSELY

Next to a tool I would COME to know later on in life as GUN

I knew right then, I should have told my people

To split, break, or RUN

Though WE are not DUMB, WE had heard him SAY

That HE, had COME in PEACE

But my BRAIN had translated his words into

We come as THIEVES

He said he was MISSIONARY

Though all I heard was MERCENARY, MERCENARY

But you SEE

The people of my village our so FRIENDLY, so generous and so KIND

That they gave this stranger for several days and several NIGHTS

The benefit of the DOUBT

Until one DAY when he tried to CHANGE our WAYS

And throw our culture OUT

He declared us savages UNTAMED

Can you imagine the nerve of this

GHOST-FACE trying to SAY

That the only true WAY

To civilization was through his BOOK

Thus I told him to take a second LOOK

My people have been doing this HERE for YEARS

Since the beginning of dawn we have been HERE

Our history is TIMELESS, we aint no new discovery

You didn't just come along and FIND US

He then REPLIED with a viscous LIE

And began to scream at the top of his LUNGS

That he was the SON of G,O,D,

And that he and his band of MERCENARIES

Were here to set us FREE

I asked the ofay if this is truly what he BELIEVED

And he said unto ME "Savage KING, who are you to question ME"

So I asked one of my warriors to take a pelu to his KNEE

Because once I seen him BLEED, I knew HE to could suffer DEFEAT

So I ORDERED my WARRIORS to ATTACK

But with one WAVE of the OFAYS hand I heard a thunderous CLAP (POW)

I looked BACK, to see the warrior who hit him with the pelu

Had been shot dead, right where him STAND

The killer slash preacher had RAN

THOUGH my MEN wouldn't let him GO

He tried to RELOAD, they beat him to PULP

The other mercenaries had ran for their lives, back to their BOAT

Leaving there CAPTAIN on this island STRANDED and all ALONE

Later on that evening I fed his FLESH to the FISH

And BROKE BREAD with his BONES

I gave his CLOTHES unto the fire to burn away the funk of his COLOGNE

And in spite of all these things I did

To cleanse my island, my village, my HOME

In spite of all THAT

As I set thine eyes into the distance of this great blue SEA

I knew down DEEP, in my heart, they were coming BACK

One day soon, believe you ME

The MERCENARIES will BE BACK........

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Permalink Reply by WRYDAH on January 18, 2012 at 6:57am

... aahh yes, this is the vid i listened to ... had me chuckling at the "GUN/RUN" line... nah we shoulda just swiped the metalic pieces from em and chased em off our isle :D ... mint verse POET ... lots of feeling behind it ... it came out well :)

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Permalink Reply by Seattle Iese on January 18, 2012 at 7:02am

You know, when I was a kid like 9years old I had this dream, just like what i wrote down, then a few years later when i was 12, my father told me a story about the first paalagi to show up on the island and what happened to them, the poem was birth from that some 13yrs later... Yeah that run/gun line is hillarious when you single it out like that :D thank you for the love. Question, do you think you could help me translate into Samoan?????????

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Permalink Reply by WRYDAH on January 18, 2012 at 7:32am

.. aaww @ the story behind the poetry .. I LOVE THAT ... when poets can elaborate 'from whence' their verses of knowledge derived ... and my FA'ASAMOA suxXx !!! ... no lie poet ... i can speak it? i can read it? i can even dabble in some chat conversations in it ... but its all "everyday spoken" lingo ... no where near the capacity you would need to translate something this profound.

... there are natives on 1SA that are gifted Samoan speakers, writers, etc ... roam some more up in the VILLE and i'm sure you'll find one to appease your thirst for translation... good hunting :D

... i must say though ... the SAMOAN LANGUAGE is a very passionate, very *siiighs* SEXY dialect .... you could very well smite some of ur readers if ur not careful :) ... jusssssayin.

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Permalink Reply by Seattle Iese on January 18, 2012 at 7:35am

hmmm interesting, how would I smite them.

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Permalink Reply by WRYDAH on January 18, 2012 at 8:02am

... smite ... to have been smitten? :) ... to be swept off their feet with the strategic manipulation of the Native Tongue in such a way .... they'd hang onto every syllable you utter ... even in silence.

... or sumn lydat .. LOL