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A EULOGY FOR PEACE

- By an Old Aboriginal

Why don't white man sit down quiet by fire?

Not stand up and call other country-fella liar.

What white-fella want to talk about fight for?

Everybody have plenty, still want more.

He have big house, Money in pocket,

Yet he not satisfied:

Want to make bigger rocket.

One day, I bet, pretty damn soon

Rocket go straight like spear,

Put man on moon.

Then, I bet, plenty trouble,

Moon and earth burst like bubble.

People go round like leaf in willy-willy,

Tear their hair, All sorry and silly.

White-fella and him piccanin die in city,

Black-fella in bush, he feel pity.

White-fella wrong, call each other liar,

Should have sat down quiet and talked by fire.

(Jack Davis)³