Bora born
Passports please _
Murri people on abbott and shields miss
out on party time, lucked out by the fuzz.
The paddy wagon cuts in on the mob
the cops in the mood step out in power mode.
The first to bark back finds a new way home
courtesy of a free ride to the Cairns
watch house, a bed and breakfast which says we
stole your country, now pass your passports please.
The cops drive off, the mob minus one mill
around directionless on the corner.
All pulse as if on a random breath then
as one return the way they came, pub bound.
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© 14th oct 2013 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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Passports please _
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