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A Blackfella walks into a bar

By Enoch Mailangi

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When the constable cuffed my uncle

I didn’t think he did anything wrong.

But as the copper left our house he told me:

“Don’t worry I’ll look after him”

 

The next week he came home

I didn’t think he did anything wrong.

But as my uncle left our house he told me:

“If we didn’t exist the pigs wouldn’t either”

 

After that, me and mum moved out

And I saw the constable on patrol.

But as I left to go to school I wondered:

“If he knew who was looking after who?”

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