Stewards of the Land

Oh, Pacific, Paradise at a glance, Where the ocean sings and mountain dance, Where nature's beauty knows no bounds, And ancient matriarchies wisdom resounds. As the stewards of the land, They had shown deep reverence for their hand. By tending the gardens and planting trees, And fishing the waters with gentle ease. With the shadow of colonialism, Patriarchy defying ancient mannerism. And suppressed women’s voices, To plunder the earth against all forces. They turned away from the weeping earth, Celebrating the exploitation with mirth. Women leaders, brave and strong, Raised their voices, to prove them wrong. From the shores of Fiji to the atolls of Kiribati, They spoke of the impending tragedy. And the need to heal the land, Not in arrogance, but hand in hand. To revive ancient stewardship of the land, They started making people understand, That we must nurture the earth with sacred care, And this wisdom, we all must share.