by M. Peters 28 April 2014
‘Yoway …. Puttin the sounds down …
Down into the earths resonant places Of understanding and love,
Down to protect and down to effect the elect.
Those that seek to dissect and slice paradise ..
These are not men… these are not nice mice,
Main-gee lice on humanities subsistence.
Traitors and sell outs enlisted them,
Insisted we trust in them.
Unhinged in the brain stem,
Some misfits trusted them,
Lusted after their polluted Khem.
I can only cry now While others try.
Mabes compose just another meme,
One that finally exposes them,
And shows them
The Earths resonant places of Understanding and Love …
Bunjalung Elder Uncle Lew just finished playing the yidake at Bentley NSW
Filed under: CRIB...Is it Legit?, My Rhymes Tagged: Indigenous, Mining, Music, Poetry, Resonance, Rhymes
