The Hula Hoop Effect

Hula Hoops go round and round
This the report from the Hawaiian underground.
Echoes of Wilcox, the rebel cannons blaze.
Helm paddles a surfboard toward Kaho'olawe.
This is the last stand for the most isolated race.
The last stand for the most isolated place.
My calabash cousins, you know da deal
Every day 6 o'clock bad news, just trying to keep it real.
Suicide rates highest in the nation,
Yet the hotels grow with each renovation.
More rental cars and more gas stations.
Increasing the capacity for their tourist vacations.
Overthrow so they control,
the business transact.
Confiscate the land and the artifacts.
Even took my lauhala mat,
Now, where I going take one nap.
Somehow kicking back,
turned in to one bad habit,
and somewhere we got left behind.
And pushed all the way to the back of the line.
Das not our speed, not the way we move.
but the visiting team has changed all the rules.
We were guided by stars in doubled hulled canoes,
just to wind up here in this hula hoop.