Everyman-s

hey attaboy, how dare you
how you have pulled up the socks
to shoot boots at bush!
the cat has leaped into the tin roof
in fear of blackening his face
the mask has never fallen off the ground -
the mask of gray cloud, bloody boar
which has pulled a long wide bushman’s face
long ago with pitch of dark enmity

let us not stop here, attaboy
let us blacken the whole white empire
with our ageold hatred
it is not the time to love the emperor
to see him naked in spinning yarn
it is time to refresh our ancient memory
it is time to whitewash our black days
it is not the time to forget and forgive
now is the time not to pluck the flowers
now is the time to wage war against war

o attaboy, what have you done
you have moved the earth, shaken the heaven
how dare you, attaboy, how dare you
you have taken a prisoner of conscience
o shoeboy, you have chosen the right face, baby

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