Drua

Hear me now, my people dear,

Come draw close, come lend your ear.

I’ve spoken once, I’ll speak again—

Of sacred Drua, not built in vain.

Waqa Tabu, it was named,

With hands of truth, not hands of fame.

Our mataisau, with skill and soul,

Did build a craft that made us whole.

Not just a boat, not just for sea—

But message deep for you and me.

A symbol carved from ancient lore,

A voice from those who came before.

You’ve heard of Alpha, so they say,

But AlefiYahuah was the way—

First of letters, old and wise,

A mark of YAH beyond the skies.

Have you seen it? Have you known,

The sign upon the Drua shown?

Not with paint, nor written word,

But shape and form that must be heard.

It says: “In beginning, YAH was there,”

Before the stars, before the air.

Before the tongues of man could speak,

Our canoe held truths the strong still seek.

Symbols carved, not just for art,

But language flowing from the heart.

Before the books, before the scroll,

Our Drua told the story whole.

The beam, the hull, the binding cord—

Each part was prayer, each nail adored.

The builders knew, they saw, they felt,

The presence of YAH where they knelt.

A sacred act, a holy task,

Not just to build, but truth unmask.

For in that boat, a world was stored—

Of who we are, and who we’ve soared.

It sails through time, through blood, through name,

Through sun and storm, it stays the same.

A silent voice, a sacred drum,

That beats until the kingdom come.

So look again, and look with eyes—

That seek the truth, not earthly prize.

Our past is more than dates and years—

It’s in the wood, the sweat, the tears.

When next you see the Drua stand,

Know you behold your own hand.

Know you behold your own soul—

The truth our fathers used to hold.

Know who you are. Stand up. Be wise.

Let not this treasure fade or die.

For every plank and sacred seam,

Still carries YAH’s eternal dream.

Know who you are. Stand up. Be wise.

Let not this treasure fade or die.

For every plank and sacred seam,

Still carries YAH’s eternal dream.

BarukiYAH. We rise, we know.

Sabbath ShalomAH. Let truth flow.