Bora born

Slack water _

A wisp of a wobble gave you the edge
the decade of deception now half dressed.
2001 began ten long years
wake up, mother shouts, all cry out, shed tears.

These two years see the bottom of low tide
all the rubbish exposed, now you decide
which way should we go, exercise your will
if judgments your answer, then dress to kill.

Slaughter more children, devastate the land
pretend to be Christian, invade IRAN.
Your greatest enemy still lurks inside
project the terrorist, believe your lies.

Principles ridden when you're safe out of
range, hermetic in nature, seal the pain.
Over ride outcomes, control lesser minds
with secret knowledge now seen at low tide.


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© august 2007 _ Nhawrr yirrpa


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