Postcard from NZedge

Oh my god!

said the city boy in the bush,

what's that noise?

shush

I think I hear...

nothing

(faints)

He rouses slow,

he thinks he's heard

a strange new song,

no, that's a bird

(I'll spare you a Nashian rhyme for that word)

This world is strange

the food has taste

it's grown right here

there is no waste

(not even mine,

eew)

I love it here,

the sense of place,

it's where I was born

but not my own,

anymore.

One thing I regret,

I was not in my adopted land,

on the nation's proudest day,

since the white invasion of 1770,

13th February, 2008

Australia finally said sorry

to the Aboriginal people

for two centuries of

murder, rape, theft and oppression,

it's kind of late,

but also a start.