Bora born
Pipe up _
An age renewed, cracks open, fresh water spews
the piper still born, plays history's tune
his melody carries to bend righteous ears
the beat fundamental to shuffling, new fears.
He pipes through the village in skin coloured clothes
the idiot cries out ! “ Which way should we go?”
His tune so familiar, yet few ask why
the hollow sky's falling, with brimstone on fire.
- O -
© apr 2005 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
the piper still born, plays history's tune
his melody carries to bend righteous ears
the beat fundamental to shuffling, new fears.
He pipes through the village in skin coloured clothes
the idiot cries out ! “ Which way should we go?”
His tune so familiar, yet few ask why
the hollow sky's falling, with brimstone on fire.
- O -
© apr 2005 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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