untitled, still working on another verse
lost souls've long travelled on winds of the South Pacific
unsung songs of sullen sons from mouth of the prolific...
horrific, wounds in our communities are shamefully afflicted,
living hand to mouth on gov't cheques will keep our hope restricted
addicted, to fast living in styles of 2 dimensional idols,
clappers allow only tunnel vision, grey cells torn by intangible bridles
homicidal...we strike our own without a moments hesitation
after centuries of being colonised, in this melting pot plantation