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Friday, January 10, 2025

Derek Mackie: Bye, Bye, Manurewa Marae









Not so very long ago 
I can still remember, how we used to get along just fine 
 But now it’s all about your race 
  Don’t matter the shade of your face 
A smidge of Maori gets you ‘cross the line 

The Maori Party makes me shiver 
 With every racist chant delivered 
Hakas in the Beehive 
 Hikoi marches, nah…let’s drive! 

There’s only one thing to decide 
 The future or a past denied 
  Go forth as one, or watch us cry 
The day… New Zealand dies 


So bye, bye, Manurewa marae 
Drove my ute to Auckland airport, time to reach for the sky 
Escape the bad vibes, with heavy heart and a sigh 
Singin' this'll be the day that I fly 
This'll be the day that I fly 


How did it all fall apart? 
 To find that out you have to start 
  Way back in nineteen-seventy-five 
The Treaty of Waitangi Act 
 Spawned a racist neo-Marxist pact 
  Which let bold Maori activism thrive 

Our weak MPs went full-on woke 
 So too judges and most media folk 
Academics all went native 
 Wrote courses culturally creative 

Common sense was out of luck 
 Equal rights treated like muck 
  And I know we’ll all look like schmucks 
The day… New Zealand dies 


So bye, bye, Manurewa marae 
Warm and fuzzies with my cuzzie, got a tear in my eye 
Lost all Waipareira Trust, their integrity died 
Singin' this'll be the day that I fly 
This'll be the day that I fly 


Hope flickers in the halls of power 
 Is it time to ACT, cometh the hour?
  Are Treaty Principles the way to go? 
The public they can have their say 
 But those in charge still have their way 
  Seems the die is cast, the captain’s call is no 

Submissions quickly fade away 
 But voters scorned will have their day 
Fail to listen to the streets 
 End up in opposition seats 

Democracy’s close to the edge 
 On the thin end of the wedge 
  We’re lemmings tumbling off the ledge 
The day… New Zealand dies 


So bye, bye, Manurewa marae 
I’m frettin’ at the check-in, second thoughts running high 
But there’s no turning back; p’raps some American pie 
Singin' this'll be the day that I fly…......goodbye! 



Derek Mackie is a former geologist with a keen interest in current affairs and a penchant for satire.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Today I see another anti-bill article this time from descendants of a treaty translator who have interpreted what he meant. It is a relentless campaign by msm and local govt (intimidated?) and the radicals, with Nats and NZ First thinking their best path to survival is to take the course they have. The campaign gives the impression to all and sundry that almost all in NZ are opposed to the bill (bar ACT and some others). Only a token opposing view is published. Indeed if many leave this country the radicals et al would be pleased.

Doug Longmire said...

Brilliant, Derek !!!

anonymous said...

Indeed delighted - till the money runs out. They do not think
that far ahead.

Anonymous said...

And all brought to you by the “Empire of the City’s” democracy illusion, where 51% can dictate to 49%, where elections are really ‘selections’, where red and blue, left or right are both proxies of the ‘hidden hand’, where two wolves and a sheep vote for tonight’s dinner. All democracies eventually fail and lead to tyranny, and here we are.