I’m scared I’m dying But the Kafkaresque internet I wanna talk in the flesh 58 years sounds ok Before then, I wanna make an oil painting I want my complete poems & music in plastic form left to either the State or the World or the World’s poor! I house a homeless man — “not a good look” A holiday & get laid once more Then pass the remains onto the next generation To pass on to the future generations I feel imprisoned here I’ve fought to be free all my life They taped my mouth up when I was an abused 5 year old on stolen genocidal land I’ve had enough People gate me like they hated Monet The nigga on your calendar I’ve had enough Firing squad or hunger strike Take your pick Mammon I will live on In all of you I hope you’ll remember your dreams “In dreams begin responsibilties” For Bobby Sands & someone I knew well… Still they won’t get it… But the children will call out my name… “Mal” & in some millennia We’ll finally see a way out off the wheel of death: FREEDOM! ...
Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words