'Blood Lust' by Jim Everett-puralia meenamatta | States of Poetry Tasmania - Series Two

Australians you now call yourselves,
You mongrel mob invaders.
You deny your blood mixed past
Yet think your blood has made ’s.
Come on fools and say your piece,
Your argument we know so well.
Ancestral lines for you are farce,
You dwell on genetics
And your bloodlines are our hell.
Of indigenous lines you fail.
And you come from countries over there,
With a heritage fairytale.

Jim Everett-puralia meenamatta