The racist blues

There are racists in my country and I don’t know what to do, I’m so sad at not being equal, I am feeling rather blue.

They say they are entitled to a bigger vote than me,

Cos they had an ancestor come from Hawaiki.

We’re in the same family, sports and workplace too,

But they say they are superior, and want to mount a coup. They are taking over gov’ment, hospitals and schools, Scaring away the talent and changing all the rules. Doctors, nurses, teachers too, don’t need to have good sense, As long as they achieve in Maori cultural competence.

The kids no longer know their sums, or learn to read and write, But they’re very good recounting propaganda tripe.

History has been rewritten, the truth now removed,

Some shady lies and myths are all that are approved.

If we’re building something big we have to get consent,

But this means shifty payments to someone rather bent. They want our drinking water, mountains, harbours, beaches, seas they’ll take, Politicians just hand them over, it’s like they’re also on the make. We must worship te ao Maori,