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tonight
on noongar land
there is a sweet noise
rolling in at the horizon
just under the raw clouds
it’s a thin sound

and we’re speaking in verse, always traverse
its two steps forward, another in reverse
PREACH

we’re building walls
with words
to stop the hate
picking locks
utter stanzas
unhinging the gates
we’re carpet bombing villages
with poems of peace
pieces of poems
creating treaties

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