Greenstone Axe
He stood upon the pa
Looking down upon his tribe
Greenstone axe in hand
His tribal moko on his face and arms
He swung the pendulum
Whizzing in the air
Its eerie sound of battle cry
Echoing across the land
The villages they stopped
In their daily chores of life
And scattered in a hurry
To prepare for the serge of impending death
From a neighboring tribe of war
Women and children ran
As quickly as they could
To find the shelter needed
From the battle cries of death
Then warriors all lining up
To challenge the Haka chant
"Ka mau"! Is resonate as he cries out the challenge
And in union they chant as the
Battle cries is heard across the land
With their spears and battle axes
Swinging in the midday sun
Their eyes bulging and tongues swaggering
As they send shivers of fear down the spines
Of their enemies awaiting to return the challenge
After each tribe sends out their challenge
There is quite as if death is walking amongst the crowd
The he shouts in one breath and joins his warriors
As they step forth to protect their land
Even in the days of old before the explorers came
They were fighting for the rights of their land
© Copyright Kaila George 2012
poem by Kaila George
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