Biography of Paul Buttigieg
Paul Buttigieg is the son of a Maltese migrant who was sent to Australia as a young child to escape the ravages of the 2nd World war in Europe. He grew up in Adelaide and was educated at schools in the Gilles Plains and Windsor Gardens district.
Due to family difficulties he was placed in a boy’s home and removed from his parents and family growing up with other less fortunate children, many being aboriginal, most of who came from broken homes also.
A well educated person Paul started writing poetry at the age of about 11 years but unfortunately much of his writings from his earlier years have been lost.
Paul Buttigieg has always been very passionate about the plight of the Australian Aborigines and writes aboriginal poems in an attempt to heighten awareness. He also writes passionately about other topics and is a published poet worldwide.
Paul’s poetry is used in school studies all over the world and is made freely available as long as it is for study only.
Paul Buttigieg's Works:
Please refer to website
Paul Buttigieg Poems
The Stolen Generation
Someone Turns out the last light A Blackout And
Blacks can never love whites Whites poisoned our hearts And Our children
I know you have not made your minds up yet Who I am Enigma bitter twisted loving and generous Even I do not know my own mind
Heaven Or Hell
I’ll see you on the other side I’m sure The side where none of the living Have ever been before
I Am An Aboriginal
I’m black I have no issue with that You’re white I have no issue with that
God I'm Giving Up On You
You took my parents away from me My siblings had no clue Just a boy lost in misery and hatred In a boys home all because of you
Sad Men Black Men Dead Men
He told me about the war Amongst themselves their own fellas And the grog the jails the police He did not want to talk about the women
Arnold My Frog
You did not get to meet Arnold, My wonderful green tree frog, Befriended him in Queensland I did, When we shared a sodden log.
A Walk In The Forest
Jump stones Dodge bending fronds Scented flower stems Like magic wands
What did you think we were capable of? Against your guns Against your madness Your alcohol
Seventy two virgins waiting For a dead man Tragic
Haunted By Thee
They are all there Every time I turn my head I see my fears of paternal failure I see my children crying
The moon was shining On my aboriginal friend I laughed my head off And said
The Black And Thee
Your white drugs are not healing What you gave us White disease alcohol and bitumen Concrete has no remedy whilst your gaols hold our kids
Kim Jong Un
I hate you bastards in the west
Donald Trump you're just a pest
So I have built some rockets that I will test
And show you all who's the best
I'm Kim Jong Un and mad as hell
Pissed off with everyone can't you tell
And all your sanctions are just swell
Cos then you bastards have nothing to sell
Angry as I am today