what’s currently at the forefront,
is the country’s ol’ guva’ment!
tellin’ us all in the country,
what we can do or what can’t we!
stirrin’ the hive is ol’ beekeeper jacinda,
seemingly tellin’ us all who’s the loser or winna!
not much honey’s bein’ made,
and such money’s bein’ paid
for this ‘oliday at ‘ome,
call ‘er ‘jacinda dry tinder’!
all ‘up in smoke’ they say,
can’t we call it a day!
not much more can we take!
they implore her to shake
that smoker just one last time:
we’re chokin’ ‘n’ busted up inside!
. . . . . .
but in this world are the wasps…
we’re hurled headlong into the grasp
of unseen viruses and maelstroms,
likes of past generations not seen.
other peoples’ countries laid low,
other economies ravaged by woe.
corrupt governments incompetent
at what tasks they were meant
to fulfill for the safety and
wellbeing of their people…
that inside the hive of Aotearoa’s pride:
its economy, its people, its land, its tried
and true forms of democracy, its history,
its advocations: of women’s leadership
and wisdom and integrity, kindness
and compassion, sits jacinda queen bee.
