Aboriginal Health

Me little mate was weeping from one eye
Cleaned by a swift lift of the wrist
At rapid intervals
And his nose ran persistently to his lips
The discharge disappearing with one big swipe of that tongue
At rapid intervals
This beautiful young child seemed so un-bothered
And at least one eye was bright
Just like his beautiful young mind
You know he just smiled and smiled for me
At rapid intervals
And talked better than a budgie
At rapid intervals
He never knew he was un-well
He never knew that his eye had an infection
And he never knew
Of the blindness to come
And the young death of beautiful aboriginals
At rapid intervals