Me and other Tongans are the same

Yes it is us.
The ones from the bush
The haua ones from town
The ones who can’t speak Dongan
The ones who can’t speak English kood
The ones from that tiny little island somewhere, nowhere
The ones who have lived too long in New Zealand
The ones who never had flush toilets where they grew up
The ones who didn’t even go to Tonga High School

Yes it is us,
The ones who come from the ****house
The ones who nobody approves of
The ones who slept with the wrong man
The ones who don’t know that their people are nobody from nowhere and should shut their mouths - other people should be speaking -
The ones who are too well educated, they should shut their teeth
The ones who took that money – haven’t you heard that rumour?
The ones that raise everyone’s eyebrows

Yes it is us.
The ones who are not from good families
The ones who are from a good family - I feel sorry for them – they must be ashamed
The ones who had nervous breakdowns in their twenties, fakasasele, vale, vale ‘aupito
The ones who are too clever, too dumb, too pretty, too ugly, too young, too senile
The haua ones from town, the kaimu’a ones from the bush
The ones who don’t know their genealogies
The ones who think that bloodline is all that matters
The ones whose houses never had any toilet paper
The ones who had too much toilet paper
The ones with the identity crises
The ones who know too much
The ones who don’t know anything,
The ones who don’t even live in Tonga anymore, (for crying out loud, how dare they)
The ones with the big mouths, fat heads
who eat-front, kai-mu-mu’a
Fie eiki, fie ma’olunga, fie poto, fie me’a
Who the hell do they think they are?

Yes it is us.
We are the voodoo dolls
who are *****ed
and poked
in every place possible
from every direction.

Yes it is us.
We are the people.

And we are the ones
We have been waiting for.