Unicorns and flightless birds

 Warriors grandiose.
Come along the ridge here on horse back.
Oh so majestic and spiritual.
Where is your metaphor, where is your sacred spear.

And the rotten colonizer.
Oh what will you do with him?
The horrid brutal landbreaker!
Has he not humiliated the honor?

You remain on horseback the longer taiaha by your side.
Will you not smite me for past slights of my restless predecessors?
Hungry to subjugate your chaos into order.
With a bland English stroke.

Can you live in honour just with words and politics.
Must you not reclaim what is yours with the original violence.
Of such to carve out your appropriates of dominion.
Am I the eternal white Devil that should be huned for sport?

Or did you just run out of Moa.