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Poetry Sep 2019
Flax blades
Howling birds
The tears of strangled mountains

Flip a coin
The land of the long white cloud
A sun so bright
The shadows are buried
7 feet below
Alongside those whose eyes
Were convinced
The coin only flipped one side
Suicide rates in New Zealand have doubled this year. Its a sad and tragic statistic that reflects kiwis struggle with mental health
You,
Are my brother.
You,
Are my sister.

You are my tribe,
My people,
My Family.

To see the day,
Witnessing the ways we hate each other,
Thrusts a knife through my heart, and out the other side.

The weight of the world falls upon us when we see the loss of our brothers, our sisters,
Born of the same blood,
As you, and I.

I am not scared,
I am sad,
I am disappointed to see the ways,
The walls we build that separate us from the other.

There is no other,
Only Us.

You,
Are my brother.
You,
Are my sister.
You are all my family,
And my Blood.

To see the blood spilled for the sake of nothing,
Forsaken are we to each other.

Come together,
You and I.
Come, my sister,
Come, my brother.

We shall stand,
Hand in hand.
until the day we fly.

~Robert van Lingen
For all the lives lost in the New Zealand attack, I mourn your loss as you are my family. For all the lives lost around the world every day. Let us come together and show us what our family name really means:

Human.
sunshine Mar 2019
madness ensuing
violence and bloodshed
this world has lost its humanity
the world is no longer safe
we hold out hope
that there are some people who care
who give love
who spread peace
and then we spiral into a toxic cycle
guns and bombs
we paint on our war masks
flying flags of surrender
because all we've ever done is hurt
and we will continue to hurt

madness in their minds
those who choose to hurt
holding guns to foreheads
because they chose to **** and never forgive
stuck hearing new captions
listening to the tears of people over the radio
its post-apocalyptic
its the end of the world
and all we can do is pray
pray that we end what violence we've started
lay down your battle armor
make peace
and pray
we've lost our humanity
we've lost our chance to love

prayers to those who've lost today
peace to those who have been hurt
may we move forward and find comfort
in the midst of a horrific event

xoxo
a beef
Wellington is
a serenade
on your
birthday night
with candle
light on
your plate
where Aphrodite
beget Zeus
as she
did want
the dish
with pastry
and frothy
post with
her wine
Birthday
Brayden Guilford Dec 2018
Oh our nation, of freemen
Listen to this glorious plan
To build as such this nation
Of which we shall breathe and love!

A land stricken by beauties dawn
This sweet land of blindness
To such as classes or race
This land of sweet harmony!

For our native kin do cry
'Aotearoa!'
Make our nation, good and great
God defend New Zealand!

May our foes, welcome us
as a mighty host do pray
Let them fear us then let them live
Mercy ever be our boast!

God of battles, in thine anger
Put our enemies to flight!
Let our cause be just, be right
God defend New Zealand!

Believe! Believe! O'er the land,
Land of the free and the loved
Darling and bonnie are thee!
My sweet sweet country!

Fore'er wave thy calming ensign
The banner of our kind home!
The Stars and Jack shall rise once more!
Today, or tomorrow's morn'!

From sweet England's pleasant plains
Ireland’s isle, and Scotland's while
Sweet Pacific's beaming stars
God defend New Zealand!

May our nation ever be
free and just and honourable
God save our queen god save peace
God defend New Zealand!

From dishonor and from shame
guard our countries spotless name
Crown her with immortal fame
God defend New Zealand!

Let our rill-sides ever be
liberty upon the seas
Make us happy, keep us free
God defend our freeland

Guard with in the nation van!
Never to seek slaveries brand
keep her safe and keep her free!
God defend New Zealand!

or,
Maori, English, Dutch and thee all!
Pleasant rapture to our kin!
God defend our New Zealand
The fonterrorists will go elsewhere
The big boy powers always find a small dot far away from their large splodge
To check and wreck havoc to
It’s got to be far far enough away that if you can smell the smoke,
It’s faint enough that you could mistake it for incense
Or your might twitch your nose
Turn your head and say
Is someone smoking?
It smells like someone is smoking?

When the water is more **** than water
When it is only dry, desitutte,
eroded wasted uselessness,
The fonterrorists will go elsewhere
Somewhere with more utility.
I spoke to this man I met on the street and he told me that while he was on holiday he met a very guilt ridden man who was working for fonterra (read: fonterror) and he told me that they were already laying the plans to move on from colonised Aotearoa once it is all wasted.
New Zealand culture,
a fragility,
tainted by violence.
Colonisation.

Writers have examined,
the loss of Maori land.
Less common however,
is writing concerned with
the benefits,
accruing to white people
as a result of the acquisition
of this land.

Colonisation has provided,
Economic and social advantages,
to white people,
in contemporary New Zealand.

A hierarchy,
white Western culture,
sitting uncontested,
at its pinnacle.

The cultural capital that whiteness provides.
Unearned advantages at our disposal.
Live our lives with greater ease:
Homeownership.
Health.
Education.
The ‘Justice’ System.
Institutional privilege.
A political separation.

The white New Zealand system,
designed for whites.
To get through school,
have good health,
get jobs,
get a little justice.
If the system was designed,
for Maori people
it would not be the way it is now.

Overrepresentation of Maori,
in every
negative
New Zealand
social statistic.

The persistence of *******.
Society provides greater opportunities,
to white people,
by disadvantaging those who are not.
Unacknowledged,
debilitating, racism.

Being oblivious,
sustains a belief,
in white superiority.

While factors:
socioeconomic status, gender,
sexuality, disability,
may impact the degree to which,
individual white people,
can access privilege.
On some level,
every white person,
in New Zealand
benefits from their skin.
Maori are made fun of for being benefit users. The title is a pun given all the benefits white people get.

Also this was a found poem from the academic article White Privilege: Exploring the (in)visibility of Pakeha whiteness by Claire Frances Gray.
Dacia B Apr 2015
is it strange then to long for wild mountains that spring from all angles?
and stretch to the a sky filled with clusters of white
which escape from view quickly with an ocean wind
to see the unordered grass trompled over by livestock
on their way to the sole tree in the pasture
seeking a brief salvation from a stark ozone-less sun
no bureaucrat planned, manicured this land
he did not sit in a lofty office, feeling the cool breeze of electrically chilled air
it was not voted on, the way the waves are to crash
he did not need the approval of his lay out for pebbles on the beach
corruption did not intermingle the trees, making it cumbersome for humans
or the reclining alp's angles
they were left to the law engrained in movement
the unknown dispersion of marbles across the ground, scientific wonders

now they sit, in their building, living monuments of time
springing up from the ground like ant hills
not understanding
standing on the previous lives of men
entitled
my land
my city
my country

and i long for, my archipelago
stretch of green, a harmonious chord
pining after the days
in D.O.C camps
barefooted
gritty
the feel of sand in the bottom of my sleeping bag
and the wonder of no-man's-land
Poppies abloom in memoriam.

Fields content of the past.

Storms brewing above.

To renew them once again.

Memories of battle, scars on the earth.
Revealed once again.

In the fields.

It was the poppies to bloom

In memoriam.
By J.R.Williamson
Called to war. Sent across.

To lands abound and far enough.

The Anzacs were never lost.

Our hearts spread with pride
And glory.

Fell were they at Gallipoli, who at beaches, landed wrongly.

The waters deep and bullets afloat they fought with might of lions and hearts of steel.

But in all they won and enemies fell, the water calmed.

They Were Called Home.
BY J.R.Williamson
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