They
laugh at us
the
dark ones,
our
heavy dance and wobbly gait
treading
on stones with tender feet
feeding
kangaroos by hand
eating
fish from cans
but
we know poison
and
real estate
the
force of guns and laws.
Listen
to their keening,
faint
now,
for
all the generations lost,
a
pissed corroboree
outside
an empty parliament.
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