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"Henry Lawson's Flag"



Clickety clack the heated rails sing

We’ve broken a continents back

Iron snakes spouting coal spume

Black man cries

Another tool

Give me

Food

Technocrats inherit entitlement

Robber baron’s grandchildren

They beat us black

Beat us red

Just trying

Feed my

Family

Down open pit sores in earths skin

Extracting chemicals mineral

Wealth for those in charge

Pay spent company store

Beer and cigarettes

Cheaply buy us

Off wanting

More

Ant piles need workers never complaining

Children aren’t grubs without minds

Spouses care when we cant lift

Arms to work in their holes

No work no pay no food

Just want an even

Break

Time to give overlords walking papers

Give them what they have given

No kindness no mercy no help

Let them want for food

Suck in air polluted

Drink water bad

Goodbye

Maybe our children then can see daylight

Not covered in ore dust chemical clouds

Watch free water flow over their

Tiny hands full bellies clean

Hair clean eyes not swollen

Where a southern cross

Flies

Maybe see Henry's
Flag a Flying...


-DS Baker

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weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years ago

I somehow felp inexorably drawn to the title,

strange that. Thanks mate. Very worth writing too, it's a side of Oz that doesn't appear on the tourist brochures. The Oz more like the American tv show of that name. Our history is written in blood and shame as much as any country invaded by Europeans. Love the structure too, beautifully crafted, cheers, Jess
dbaker

dbaker

18 years ago

Stars, Crosses...both to bear up and live under

Henry Lawson's Flag was the original title. Black flag with a Red Star'ed Southern Cross...Or the more popular blue and white Southern Cross. Funny thing about history, as much as you might not like it. It happened for good or bad. I had recently read an account of the Battle of Eureka and for some reason it made me think of you and Henry Lawson-who by the way I am still on the fence about. Not being an Australian, doesn't give me a lot of lee-way when it comes to opinions. One part of me is really drawn to his labor approach to poetry and then on the otherside I read in the same poem something that really sounds racist. I guess that was the paradox of the times... You always make me think when you write a poem. Even the funny ones like Dick Tipper are serious poems, Lord they do make me laugh though... Sorry for the long reply. Hope you see the poem as a compliment. All the best! DS Baker