Welcome to Bali, where the Bali tiger once roamed / With no way off the island, the island was its home / Fell to
deforestation and devastation and European hunters’ guns / I think I see the last tiger’s eye in the equatorial sun /
Enjoy your yoga in Ubud and Bintang singlet wrung / But her sand burns my feet, her language misplaced on my tongue /
And this island, Australia, a blistered stolen land / If I can’t go back to Bali, then where do I stand?
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