Oh, Sacred Islands

Once upon a time,

No man owned land.

the land owned you.

Nourished you or you moved.

No imported foods.

Theres no way

A California grape would make it to Honolua Bay

It’s easier to live and thrive

In places where food just arrives

The old way…

Is harder than it seems.

Yes I get that.


Worldwide visitors

Eat and Drink

Poop and Leave

Then return back.


Destroying reefs

to protect their face.

When all they gotta do is stay in the shade…

Unaware of their waste,

For a little island taste.

Oh, sacred Islands

Mekele Longee