Mr Cook Come Back (Again) Poem by Paul Buttigieg

Can we start again Mr Cook?
Can we change the purpose of your visit?
From
Ownership of our land
To a visitors visa

We could teach you to hunt
And walk our land

Take you to pristine places
Sacred and grand

There would be no need for boundaries
No fences
No titles

We could give you a freedom
A place for white fella’s to come and enjoy
A fresh new world untouched by greed

A place called Gondwana
A place we all need

Again