Bora born
Euthanasia _
Levitate those senses in your conscience
sprinkle budda peace inside your mind.
Wear the badge that makes you humble
know when it's the proper time
to say goodbye.
They live old parables like fire creatures
in the heated drama of their lives.
They still write stories in their own fashion
such a pity we can't read
perhaps we're blind.
They won't surrender all their last business
to an industry spun out in aged care.
Their authority not lent to others
freedom is all that's needed
let's give them theirs.
- O -
© may 2007_ Nhawrr yirrpa
sprinkle budda peace inside your mind.
Wear the badge that makes you humble
know when it's the proper time
to say goodbye.
They live old parables like fire creatures
in the heated drama of their lives.
They still write stories in their own fashion
such a pity we can't read
perhaps we're blind.
They won't surrender all their last business
to an industry spun out in aged care.
Their authority not lent to others
freedom is all that's needed
let's give them theirs.
- O -
© may 2007_ Nhawrr yirrpa
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