How could this have happened?
Did justice take a holiday?
Will heaven again be silent?
Have the news I read today?
What is it, Sam?
Come gather round the town square
For a Pide and Three Horray'd
Take a seat through Rookie Tagg's Oh no!
An unholy masquerade
Barbaric generation
Blood cries out from the soil
You call us civilizing the natives
My blood for the...
Sam!
Get control of yourself!
Control?
You speak to me about control?
The whole world is out of control!
I bet they're down at the tea roots,
swinging from the chandeliers!
Oh no!
How did they do this to me?
Down the mountain,
multiplying Fumbling feet on thin ice
Sliding, swirling, raging, fever rising...
Count to ten...
Nine...
Eight...
Seven...
Six... Five...
Four...
Three...
Two... One...
Are you aware of what's happening here?
You're right,
Rookie never stood a chance
The whole presume down at the tea room
Maori guilt beyond all circumstance
Since it's begun,
has anyone
Cared for Maori's plight more than you do?
So much is clear,
and yet I fear This raging anger
poisons you
Such anger has seductive charm Close to solution,
bringing harm
It makes you truthful race A guise,
deception,
mask