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the world is nine
I
winds upon a mountain,
the challenge laid down by nature
to man, the king of technology,
with plans for everything.
and ways to change anything
but himself?
she's sitting down with Gaea
laughing quietly to themselves.
II
perfection of war and currency
this intellectual duplicity,
means nothing if there is nothing to
enjoy our lives with.
no romantic walks along the sea shore
or candle lit dinners by a
starry midnight.
a void where bastard children play
with A.K 47's.
we were so sad and sorry about Hiroshima
but, what about the pollution bomb?
"lets get rich!
(the mantra of the day),
I bet I can kill this planet
in every single way."
III
walk the footpaths of a newly discovered city.
no purpose or direction, no cause
and effect.
a confession drummed by the beat of my feet
is all I really need
to remind me just, how human we are.
four wheel icons of, working the nine till five,
(a waste of good quality living time I believe),
highlights that traditional
segregation,
as old as time, as blind as thine;
the Ferrari's against the second hand Lada's.
Vermin with photo driver licences
with paws gripped to the wheel and
steely looks in their eyes,
scurry all around me
in a race, with no rules.
I prefer to walk.
IV
shallow waters, cool, fresh,
liquid silk. oh to begin again.
under the depths with all the mysteries
safe
with Tangaroa.
I want to drown the world
drink its flesh.
leave it alone, the sea
a safety net for our devastation's
on land.
V
is there such a word
as peace?
civil unrest rewrites dictionaries,
foreign languages,
children learn with zest.
lets repeat those old mistakes
and make it worse for those, whose innocent eyes
have not opened yet.
VI
I spy, you lie,
we all die
for the sake of population.
I've given up on
professional policy makers
who run countries into dirt,
it is time.
time to wake up to ourselves
realisation is the strongest drug;
we're a cog in a machine
that has never been repaired.
just left in the corner of a room that,
was once the pride of a corporate empire
but now on the redundant list.
VII
gather round kindred, I've got
a new game to play.
it is called 'playing god'.
fun wouldn't you say?
kind of like monopoly but
instead of buying streets
your genes are bought and sold for
perfection guaranteed.
how do you play? simple.
first take all the rules
and burn them
(they're over-rated anyway,)
then offer up your soul to science
(you didn't need it anyway.)
that's it, now you're ready to pay-
oops! I meant now you're ready to play.
he or she with
one million versions
of what he or she
should be, wins.
(if mother nature can do it, why can't we?)
and I submit, she didn't use
test tubes
and didn’t need government funding.
but we're just trying to prove
the point:
man can change anything.
VIII
you cannot contain me,
trap me,
hold me.
I'm invisible yet, you know
I am there,
I have wandered this Earth before
you were a sparkle in, Adam and Eve's eyes,
and you will never change me.
I watched you
hurt my mother, kept her held tightly
with power poles, railway lines,
expressways,
buildings,
but she is
still in control, you know this
when she convulses, crying burning tears.
I saw you
take each one of my brothers,
rape them like harlots
for natural resources, well,
they will have the last laugh on you.
for instance…
if you steal all the children of one of my brothers garden,
he will take your oxygen away
from you.
warm the world, melt the cold lands
and my other brother
will drown all of you.
and the people that Mars
did not slay
in his thirst
would have carbon copies
times ten,
then…
I wonder if there will be enough
land above water?
well human,
where will your money and guns
get you then?
human intuition.
humanly divine.
humanly human.
humanly blind.
remember,
you cannot contain me
trap me
hold me
but most importantly
you cannot change me,
I am Tawhiri Matea;
the wind.
IX
she is standing now with Gaea,
their backs are turned on
us.
