JE SUIS GARTH
(Box Hill Hospital,
Eastern Region)
Poem for Dr Katz
It started many years
ago,
In the continent of
bitterness,
You were white, they
were black,
The black man claimed
his due,
The white man bathed in
bitterness,
Was once the black man’s
lot,
The black man’s plot is
his again,
To toil the way he wants,
The tides were turned, to
grim regret,
The white man fled, to his
chagrin,
Aching with resentment,
and,
Burning with the loss,
Your conflict reignited,
In this fair place we
live,
In a country called
Australia,
Where we are young and
free,
This time it’s in a
different form,
To reignite …your war,
It’s scaled down to a
hospital,
You even up the score,
A chance to crush the
black man,
A powerful place you play,
To tear his very heart
out,
And crush it with your
shoe,
You take his fragile
family,
In a cruel and manic dance,
Devise how you will make
him pay,
For being one of them,
You treat them as an
errant child,
Who rips the wings off
butterflies,
And watches as they
flail about,
As slowly breath and
life seep out,
You’ve got it wrong dear
Doctor,
In this fair Isle, far
away,
From the continent of
Africa,
Where once you lived
and played,
Australia will not
tolerate,
Such cruel and rancid
ways,
For we stand up united,
Against your tyranny.
Who rips the wings off butterflies,
ReplyDeleteAnd watches as they flail about-- I really like that expression and the picture its paints is spot on- that's exactly what this blokes doing to Garth.