Holocaust Island Read Free Page B

invasion
    initiated
    by the financial scholar
    With a
    frontline attack
    using the power of the dollar
    Because money
    can infiltrate
    the European creed
    when it’s
    concentrated upon
    their unquenchable greed
    Now listen to them
    whinge
    those hypocritical fools
    when another race
    uses them
    as puppets and tools
    how soon they forget
    how they came upon
    this great land
    killing all
    of those who
    attempted a last stand
    And if it seems
    I don’t worry
    let me tell you why
    Because oppression is oppression
    No matter the shape of the eye.

Pension day
    The natives are restless
    in their State Housing homes
    Unmarried mothers
    are no longer alone
    Relations are arriving
    from near and afar
    Social Security pensioner
    today you’re a star

    Anxious glances
    are cast up the street
    Postie has a timetable
    he never ever keeps
    Dad swears one day
    he’ll wring his white neck
    Mum says don’t worry
    he’ll lob in a sec

    Young yorga’s 15 dream
    of new jeans and shoes
    Yong men scheme
    to cadge money for booze
    Petrol for cars
    more than two dollars worth
    Then it’s off to the TAB
    To invest in the turf

    Even dogs and kids
    are running amok
    they know boya 16 will fly
    when the oldies are drunk
    Cokes and lollies
    and everything nice
    Wishin’ wouldn’t it be moorditj 17
    if pension days fell twice

    Postie has been
    cheques have been changed
    Food and drink
    have been all arranged
    Dad cracks a bottle
    passes it around
    Says let’s have a charge
    then piss off to town

    Town she jumps
    on pension day nights
    Girls looking for boys
    boys looking for fights
    Tomorrow they’ll be hungover
    some sore—most quiet
    But who gives a shit
    coz tonight Noongahs RIOT!

    15 yorgas—girls Back

    16 boya—money Back

    17 moorditj—good Back

Single Mum
    She awakens every other morn
    to cries of empty-bellied kids
    tries feeding them with little
    as they reckon Jesus Christ once did
    She spends most the morning
    getting them fed, clean and dressed
    Holding back tears of frustration
    for her is an emotional test.

    The State rents her a concrete box
    in an outer suburban slum
    they promise her a house one day
    she feels this will never come
    for now she’s gotta try make do
    meeting the rent and other bills
    if the loneliness don’t get her
    depression eventually will.

    In winter it’s cold as ice
    in summer as hot as hell
    the plumbing’s always playing up
    there’s a cockroach plague as well
    There’s no carpet on hard floors
    old sheets are used as curtains
    but she has new locks on doors
    around here women can’t be certain.

    The suburb that she lives in
    is rife with vandalism and crime
    she’s virtually a prisoner in a cell
    never venturing out night-time
    If her kids wander out of sight
    she’ll frantically shout their names out
    Everyone says she’s a worrier
    she knows there are deviates about.

    She often dreams of the love
    she gave in her youthful years
    but tries blocking these memories
    they only lead to tears
    Still she’ll forever remember the day
    she awoke to a cold empty bed
    wondering eternally if it was her
    was she the reason why he fled.

    Trying to forget those painful times
    has developed a valium habit
    any pain killers coming her way
    alcohol, drugs, she’ll grab it
    She knows she must stop one day
    but the wounds are far too raw
    and it’s never knowing, that hurts
    what the future holds in store.

    The only sunshine in her life
    is on fortnightly pension days
    the whole block then seems to smile
    and rellies come around to stay
    Sometimes even long lost lovers
    arrive to visit the deserted wives
    but that’s the only sip of water
    in the arid desert of their lives

    So the struggle to survive
    stumbles from one day to the next
    She wishes they prepared her for this
    in High School life skills text
    She often contemplates suicide
    as the only escape from this pit
    But a kiss and cuddle from the