Our Sovereignty
granted to us by Kane
Visitors, wolves, slyly cloaked in wooly white fur,
Claim your island in the middle of the Pacific
but seize an available one.
Our stones may lead south through the Pacific
but ask for approval, a permission of sorts, like your neighbors do.
For your Shepard teaches,
“The earth is the Lords and all the land and
sea creatures abide with him.”
Preserve our fragrant Plumeria for embrace
Breathe the breath of Lono and flourish from his spirit
Keep the sovereign lei of Liliuokalani sweet and fragrant
Open your eyes. Can you see Pele’s gift to the earth?
Her belly button undone, feeding
our archipelago for days…
creating timeless islands that march to paradise, our promise land.
And, pleasing your mother nature’s landmass of North America
Pele’s sister Kilauea yields fresh lava for landmasses
Forming mirages in the sea where sea farers rest on long journeys
Recalling fantasies of lost paradise found
Again, please do not claim your power from your Shepard for he teaches,
“Do unto others as you would have done unto you.”
Don’t you see the speck in your eye
tainting your morality?
Ask your neighbor to look for you…
Find your own stepping stone and shine it so, but
be a nation of your word, honesty, and golden glow.
When the aloha spirit has struck
speak forth and grow…
Until then,
Mahalo!
About the Creator
Tony Martello
Join an author like no other on various tales that entertain, philosophies that inspire, and lessons that transform us. He is inspired by nature, the ocean, and funny social interactions. He is the author of Flat Spell Tales and much more.
Comments (10)
Congrats on Top Story!🥳🥳🥳
Visuals galore especially bellybutton undone!
So evocative; I want to fly away to any place that feels as beautiful as this poem.
Being from a beautiful island in the Caribbean, I understand what that looks like. The process is painful and ugly and when you challenge it, people gaslight you and say you're selfish and unwelcoming... using their power to cement their power. The least people could do is follow their own word. Much island love to you and thank you for this piece.
Yes, and the irony of mainlanders and missionaries assuming they could force the native Hawaiians to change to find a better life is completely twisted and backwards because they already found paradise....
We do seem to like to possess, as a species, dont we.
Thank you
Congratulations!!!
Simply beautiful! I’ve never read a poem about Hawaii but I’m glad this was my first. Congratulations on Top Story!
very well done.