Indigenous folk
of the Australian continent
existed in superior fashion
to civilisation as we know it
My evidence,
your Dishonour?
There were no policemen,
no wrongful convictions
Poem by Jon Summers,
Suffolk Park.
Dear Echo Editor,
***
Where, oh where,
does emotional abuse end?
It ends as it begins,
you frightened itch;
abort the relationship
the minute abuse begins
Don’t take that; skip
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