Kalgoorlie Aboriginal Poem by Paul Buttigieg

Kalgoorlie Aboriginal



Sad days
Nothing changes in the dust and heat
The winter cold
The dirty clothes on street side camps
Blackman at a loss
A coke bottle disguised as a thirst quencher
Laced
The staggering gives the game away
Why can he not find the gold that built this town?
And
Knocked his favour down

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