Muffled cries of hurt pride, Hawaii's people have not died, but are treated so by many a foe. The tears no longer flow as though the native's eyes were the dried stream beds of Maui that do not allow the taro to grow.

Token wages given to the many, while alien few reap riches from the culture that they have stolen. Treated as a slave, sold to the highest bidder, their heritage is on negligent display this day and every day.

Once proud and self-sufficient, now dependant like a child on an abusive parent, which steals the riches of its offspring. No queen no King; they all have been put in the ground. Should they see this day their sadness would be so profound? In their prayers, they ask for sovereignty that cannot be found.

Language embezzled, from the population of the nation for homogenization. Sacred rituals and images defiled, ancient Gods demeaned by the unqualified. Long practiced traditions, sold as distractions, for the few, at the expense of many.

Forced smiles abound, friendly is their nature, sorrow is deep within, deeper than the Oceans that surround their home. Look into their eyes and past their smiles and you will see the tears of Hawaii.