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:
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Paul Buttigieg Poems
I Am An Aboriginal
I’m black I have no issue with that You’re white I have no issue with that
Blacks can never love whites Whites poisoned our hearts And Our children
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
If Tomorrow I Die
Tomorrow will not be my care For I'll be gone Go forward in haste without me friends
The Most Beautiful Girl In My World (For...
The heartaches are stronger again my girl As that day nears As I relive all my fears Of
Sad days Nothing changes in the dust and heat The winter cold The dirty clothes on street side camps
Why I Write
Fifty years and getting on, Emotions in head and heart, I’m closer to the end of my life, Than I am to the start.
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
You came you conquered you stole
Our land our spirit our freedom
Our hunting grounds are gone now