Who are they to come to our isle
to change the machas to their "so-called"
Who are they that unchained the latch
of ways of living, like the abandoned taro
Who are they to give us the eye
and call us strange if we sit in the abai?
Who are they with greedy hands,
to pollute our gardens and rock isle sands?
Who are they, to scorn us with a snort,
after all aren't we the ones who dream of a
Anne Udui (20th century) Palau
Source: Analysis of Meaning,Content and Style: poetry from the Federated States of Micronesia and Palau by Kimberly Kay Au