Aboriginal Tent Embassy
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
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“Aboriginal Tent Embassy”
Written and Published by Paul Buttigieg
- Published:
- January 27th, 2012
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- Aboriginal Poems
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