1 Time bomb.
No way forward.
I am the blighter writing for the blighted.
Perhaps that’s a bit short sighted.
Qualification on First Nation, nil. Raised on galah stew. That’ll do.
The job is not easy. It’s Amount’n to . A mount’n to high. A mount’n of work.
Some will deny hands down. But I’ll try. Hands up, reach for the sky . This is a hold up, hand over your country, no reason why. Good buy Britain, goodbye blackfella culture good bye.
We have to act quick tick tick tick tick tick.
Materialistic tick tick tick tick.
We are the black hole.
With a global goal
to swallow ourselves whole.
Tick tick tick tick.
Pharmacist in ivory towers finding false fixes fix fix fix.
Morning brink,
colour my window pink
through insipid smoky clouds.
Farmers assist in seeding,
Waiting in vain for rain.
Prays to a Christian god
to save the grass on his sod.
They’ve forgotten the spirits.
The caretaker spirits who are paid no respect.
Who wail in the night through their medium the belah and the nightjar.“Mother earth, mother earth,
they belittle your worth.
”They sing high and whiney.
“Science is not our forte.
Otherwise we would have fought a. When you first came our way a.
Den we coulda thwarted the force you hit with.
We coulda done ya in with myth.
Pointed a bone
at your unearthly throne”.
It may still happen,
stop sapp’n sanity with your vanity.
A murder of crows and the spirits they enclose.
Await your repose.
When you turn up you toes.
Bury deeper. They’d scavenge you soul
from a six foot hole.
More liable
than your Bible
to bring plague.
On that level you are so vague.
Eddie Vagg
I am the blighter writing for the Blighted
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