01 October 2011

Memorial for the Parihaka ploughmen at the Northern Cementary in Dunedin, by Tom Ngatai



He kawai rangatira i puta mai i a maunga Turanaki
He Kakano i ruia mai i Ragiatea
Ka Hinga atu ki te mura o te ahi, i riro atu te iwi hereherei
kawea mai ke te hauaitu o te Wai Pounamu, he taurekareka o te Pakeha
wehea i te ukaipo.
Kia kuru pereki.
Enei hipi hiroki.
i hingahinga atu, i hungahinga mai, i ngaro whakaterunga, i ngaro whakateraro ki te po
Kua huna taurekareka, te hoki atu ai.
Watea kau anate mata o te whenua, takahia e ratou nona nga ture
Tera te raukura tikapa i titia hai tohu whakateitei i te whenua, te warewaretia

They grew under the protective mantle of the mountain Taranaki
They were firmly connected to their Turangawaewae
Then arrived the colonial wars, that uprooted their lives, and resulted in their captivity
They were brought as prisoners to the deep south, to the colder climes, to this strange land
They were separated from their whanau.
They were put to work building roads.
Sickness and death befell them.
One by one many died, and they were buried in the Northern and Southern cemeteries.
Buried in unmarked paupers' graves.
Lonely graves, in the midst of those who were their captors and also those who enjoyed the rights and dignity of free people.
We will not forget them, the suffering and their loss can only be imagined, their sacrifice will be remembered.

e Kare au e mate
Ka mate Ko te mate
Na ora tonu aau

I shall not die
 When death itself is dead
 I shall still be alive

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