My Murnongs Gone

From
Whiteman’s animal’s hooved
From
Sheep and cattle tracks
Compacted and grooved
And
Land that disappeared
In a sea of death
Like a cancer
Under red tile houses rooved
A pretty flower died that day
And
On offer
A koori’s hunger was never soothed
From tasty tubers

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“My Murnongs Gone”
Written and Published by Paul Buttigieg

Published:
August 26th, 2006
Category:
Aboriginal Poems
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