Fundamental Windstorms rip through my ears
Sit with your mates
Get on the beers
Occupational Hazard
I heard them say
Hovering like buzzards
I must get my own way!
This is my country
This is my universe
Raped, tortured,
But you give us your worst
The wind whips through those
Hallowed halls
All for One
And one for all.
I can't guide your conscience I can't help you choose I don't want to talk about how this is sure to see my life improve I can't hear about it I'm sick to death of it Just... don't suggest I'm not in
The sky is clear at 5am It's not really 5am yet, Still actually 4:08am Daylight savings only began in the past 48 hours, It doesn't count The sky is clear, inky, luminescent and deep and like a silky
I woke before the sun rose today, my heart felt the intense weight of all the moments that the 25th of April marks, before my body had even begun to stir. For all the Blakfellas who were sent to fig