By Phil Young Copyright 2008 Sovereign Books Limited

When Abel Tasman

Saw the new sea land

He said it looked like a land

In Holland

So New Zealand he called it

The Emerald Isles of the South Pacific



Now the Maoris who lived there

Were the sons of Maui

It’s just that the white man

Thought they said Maori



It was the Missionaries

Who came to New Zealand first

Bringing with them Christianity

And the English language



The missionaries taught the Maoris

About the Most High

And how to read and write

And their minds soon became enlightened



So the Maoris quickly

Declared independence

Back in 1835

Expecting the British Royalty

To accept their flag



The Royalty must have been surprised

Because the Aborigines easily died

These Maoris were esteemed wise

For natives barely civilised



So the British sent their ship of the Admiralty

Hoisted their mast with the Union Jack upon it

Which Hone Heke cut down times three

A gesture of defiance towards the Admiralty



So the British created a Treaty of Waitangi

Two years later Fitzroy declared Terra Nullius

Then came soldiers, judges and legislation

To fill the white man’s ship’s with production



The Maoris didn’t want the English Flag

The tri colours of the Union Jack

The red, white and blue of that nation

Or to suffer under the English Revolution



Today New Zealanders are called kiwis

And a few understand who the Most High is

Some Maoris say he was Tu who defeated Maui

In the war of heaven in Maori Mythology



When the All Black glory walks out for rugby

They sing their anthem to the God of Nations

And do the haka to their war god Maui

So who do you think has more power



The All Blacks carry the weight of the nation

Like Braveheart’s men fighting Longshanks

When the Scottish stopped the English invasions

When farming and war went hand in hand

Perhaps kiwis should become the first

To reform the international banking system

Instead of paying our taxes to pay their usury

We could create our own currency

Out of thin air ? like bankers do



No more foreign owned central reserve bank

Created by the Bank of England

Set up in the colonies in the 1930’s

As America was placed into bankruptcy



Kiwis could pay less taxes

Until they dropped a bomb on us

Then prophecy would be complete

And the world would hate those who did it



But anyway I’m just another kiwi joker

You don’t need to take me too seriously

I’m not really a red revolutionary

I’m just a protester from just lately



It sort of makes sense don’t you think

Since we are the furtherest from Jerusalem

Which really could be our planet’s Middle Earth

Not Central Otago like the Lord of the Rings



I don’t know how the end will come

But in the meantime we could do something

Like be a light to the other nations

All the way back to Jerusalem



Then the smallest of nations

Could become the greatest

Then the last will be the first

Like in the quest of our birth

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