Three kids crying
Her bloodied mouth splutter’s a message of love
And the kids settle for a while
After he goes
Two little girls and one little boy
Terrified
What is this aboriginal culture Mum?
They ask
With no knowledge of Dad’s wisdom
Drunken wisdom
A man unemployed
In a depressed state of mind
A man losing respect all around
White and Black
The government cheque is cashed now
He is loaded and loaded
Cash and grog the fortune and wisdom
And
Two little girls and one little boy
Terrified
And a wife waiting for another beating
She’s Aborigine
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Hi Paul, I’m very sorry to hear of your loss, my thoughts are with you and the Family.
Please call if I can help
I’m not Really Barack Obama.
Oh my, that poem realy pulled at my heart strings. Really, that was beautiful.