That Child Poem by Julius Lenaiyarra

This time round
Watching, just seeing
Keenly with an eagle's eye
Peeping through the open
I see the disgusted image
That child there!

The arms, thin and dry
The eyes, big and waterly
The ribs out of question
The hair, dry and unkempt
Poverty has evaded God's creature
But whose child is this?

The streets know her name
The gutter spoke her truth
The T-shirt part of her body?
The body weary and tired
The insults, part of the day
But the smile on her face, permanent
A future promise of life?
Perphaps, the fairness of life.