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Te-Ao Hou The treaty is signed there's nothing to be done we lost our truth the truth of our fathers we the sons go only back to a mist of forgottenness where the sleepy pa shakes itself but slowly dies overgrown with the weeds of time and disuse as disused places appear in a lovers lost eye that twinkles So I lost myself and a million more besides wrapped I was in the blankets that bought our land in the half-truths designed to kill a nation but worse still is the pretence the noise of my unfolding the promises of a false god and the people who rule Him. I salute your victory that in visionless revision stole my heritage and left the censored version. John Barrett

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Te Ao Hou, March 1968, Page 22

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Te-Ao Hou Te Ao Hou, March 1968, Page 22

Te-Ao Hou Te Ao Hou, March 1968, Page 22