Australia Day: A poem 

You can congratulate celebration of crime 

and never wonder that these caricatures 

of the past have exchanged notoriety with noteworthy 

And we can also owe it to obeisance to a crown 

that is not judged for plunder and inhumaneness 

but gets the credit for mastery, albeit, illegitimate 

Old ghosts still live among us in wolves of today 

and want to own our present and our future 

So, we blanket ourselves in the comatose of treachery 

in the disguises of power in the wrong hands, 

with the complicity of the writers of history, 

ignoring the hapless prey, and immortalising the predators