The Evolution of SelfInterest

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 handcarved 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 selfinterested sheep In a fabricated field of materialistic conformity.