2016
Okay, I’m from the outsideYou know this place that I’m atThe whitefella’s think-societyThis outside place that got lostA think-society claiming it made usWith their blood, their bible and lawSo I think it’s just like the insideTo make us like them is the coreSome rules are okay for everyoneOther rules are ‘just-if-I’ crimesBut that’s just another white privilegeAnd we get nothi ... (read more)
Jim Everett-puralia meenmatta
Jim Everett-puralia meenamatta was born at Flinders Island, Tasmania in 1942. He is from the clan plangermairreenner of the Ben Lomond people, a clan of the Cape Portland nation in north-east Tasmania. His working life includes fifteen years at sea as a fisherman and merchant seaman, the Australian Regular Army for three years, and over fifty years formal involvement in the Aboriginal Struggle. He has a long history in the public service in Aboriginal Affairs, and has visited many remote Aboriginal communities across Australia. Jim began writing poetry at an early age. He wrote his first play, We Are Survivors, in 1984, and produced, directed, and acted in it. His written works now include plays, political and academic papers, and short stories. Jim has produced and been associate producer in many documentary films. He is published in many major anthologies. Jim lives on Cape Barren Island writing and maintaining involvement in cultural arts nationally.
one day I was drivin’ with Buck Brown along the coast
an’ we was talkin’ about white coes on our land
‘til the talk got real intense an’ I wouldn’t wanna boast
but we worked it all out from the start right to the end
now it’s easy enough to see, well it is to you an’ me
why white fellas do their thing wrong way ‘round
their old men made a structure with God being he
so tha ... (read more)
14 August 2016
Our Earth Mother cries when the nets are set adriftThey travel loosely and kill sea life as they goDrifting in the moon-tides the grim reapers travel wideThrough tidal water homes of the all-life living freeTo drift and pluck from the all-life every living thingThat shares the bloodlines of the all-life of our worldThe nets drift on to kill like ghosts the fish can’t seeAnd plast ... (read more)
Australians you now call yourselves,You mongrel mob invaders.You deny your blood mixed pastYet think your blood has made ’s. Come on fools and say your piece,Your argument we know so well.Ancestral lines for you are farce,You dwell on genetics And your bloodlines are our hell.Of indigenous lines you fail.And you come from countries over there,With a heritage fairytale.
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