By Leah Kissick - Year 13, Wakatipu High School
The hunters of moa
Look only for the meat they need.
They'll take no more
than Whanau use to feed.
Enter the Ngai Tahu,
searching for Pounamu.
The strong stone holds communal value
Lovingly hand-carved into protective Patu.
William Gilbert Rees turns
Native trees to flame
Kowhai and beech burn.
Papatuanuku shrieks from pain
His sheep graze in the rain
He sits, surveys and weighs
His personal wants and needs
The gold miner craves the shiny metal
Knee deep in the cold river
A growing appetite for the
inedible
Individual miners shiver
Today, I am a consumer
Dependent on corporations for more.
More Food, more Likes, more Stuff. Now.
My lust for instant satisfaction escalates
I am a self-interested sheep
In a fabricated field of materialistic conformity.
