Angry Warrior

Your hair sways as the wind howls across the land.
Tears run down your face as you think about the warriors you lost at war. Your koru represent story’s about your life.
All the scars dragged down your face as you get stabbed from your enemies. Ferocionly you command you warriors to attack.
In your very last war you die, so they call on a new chief.
We all remember you as your legend lives on.

By Isack Kingi