As the Sun Sets
As the sun sets,
Traditionally;
We would sit in a circle,
Inside our fale to sing,
Songs of worship,
And to give thanks to our living God.
As curfew ends,
We would bring out the meal we’ve prepared,
And Traditionally;
Our elders are served first.
As each evening passed,
That was our routine.
Now…
As we’ve adapted,
We no longer sit in a circle.
We’ve been too busy,
That the comfort of our aiga;
Is of no importance.
Hence;
As the sun sets,
Tradition has come to an end.
fale= european house
aiga= family
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