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Sight was unfocused,
Breathing uneven,
Silently suffering,
The man stiffened,
His eyes fell to the ground,
For what lay beneath him,
Was neither quiet tranquillity,
Or the sound of corroborees,
But there set in stone,
Unable to be moved,
Were the people unlike him.
They did not care;
For the lands,
Or the people.
They did not care;
about beliefs,
about animals.
They did not care;
Oh no they did not,
For they had destroyed it,
With no reason to stop,
They had destroyed it.
So there the man stood,
Paralysed.
Saddened.
But they did not care,
oh no they did not.
What would it be to them?
Thought he,
What haven’t they already taken?
They do not care,
For my pain,
For my sorrow,
So here I shall stand.
And there the man stood.

- Title: There the Man Stood
- Artist: ROXYHONEY
- Description: Another indigenous poem i wrote. Please comment!!
- Date: 06/14/2009
- Tags: indigenous roxyhoney australian
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Comments (1 Comments)
- Chaotic_Theoretician - 06/15/2009
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This is really good and well written. It almost sounds like you are referencing God, almost, as if you were writing in third person what He might be feeling about what goes on in Earth. (I don't mean to be offensive, and if you don't believe in God, then I am sorry that I mentioned it.)
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