Aboriginal Tent Embassy

A poem by Paul Buttigieg

The dogs are barking
And
It’s what happens when you allow leash free areas

It’s just one too many mornings
Of black discontent

Ownership was always a white man’s dread
His own laws may very well be
His own demise

A tent embassy
A disaster
A black place in a white place
A white place in a black space
An embassy without face

A modern day disgrace