They came in tall canoes from lands they said existed on the far side of our beloved Pacific. They brought with them their gods. Vengeful gods that called down plagues upon us. Our people burned with intense internal fires that blistered first our tongues and then our flesh. The fires spread quickly, cutting us down in great numbers, scaring the minds and bodies of those who survived only to be driven from the land of our fathers.
A docile and hospitable people, we were silently swept away with the four winds, leaving behind our home, our sea, our way of life..
Our gods however, remained to fight in our stead. They cast the dark shadow of greed over the white man, and looked on as the vast wealth and power they accumulated- reduced them to a discontent, fearful nation, flung far from the once strong arm of their gods.
They create images now of our gods, hoping to soothe them. They make proud showy displays- offering empty promises to nurture and protect them.