Crowded

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Three thousand people at 6am?

 

Smoking ceremony 

 

Sounds like hell..

 

Already hot 

 

All in for a swim

 

I wonder how life guards know where to begin. 

 

Throngs of people between the flags 

 

Call me a kill joy

 

That sounds mad.

 

Crowds of people off to the beach 

 

Celebrating Australia day?

 

We used to say. 

 

Bloody cabarners 

 

Put them away

 

May they enjoy their day in sun

 

I am picturing thin white strips on very burnt bums. 

 

Piles of rubbish at the end of the day 

 

Bonza mate 

 

The great Aussie way. 

 

On Gadigal country the mob preform 

 

And amongst them the people mourn 

 

Protesters gather throughout the country 

 

Road uncertain 

 

Certainly bumpy. 

 

Tribes in a divided nation 

 

Australia day now complicated.

 

If disunity is death which way will we turn

 

The stories been told we just never learnt. 

 

Come on Aussies 

 

Enjoy the day..

 

However we spend it your on display. 

 

Bronze Aussie culture surf and sun 

 

Hear the fear..

 

Melanoma will come..

 

Follow us

 

We don't know the way 

 

Come on Aussies 

 

Enjoy your day. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 26th, 2024 04:17
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • User favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet.
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Comments5

  • Accidental Poet

    Don't forget the sunscreen. 👍

    • 2781

      Yes, another chemical cocktail to make them millions.

    • Nubianpoet

      This made me chuckle. Thank u:-)

      • 2781

        Just a bit of light hearted cynicism, thanks for that.

      • Nubianpoet

        😉👍🏾

      • Neville


        Best wishes to all those down under on their special day .. Neville

        • 2781

          We might end up calling it riot day. Our friends 14yr old son got pepper sprayed in a crowd, by police.
          Just fortunate there were no grannies with zimmer frames to tazzer.

        • sorenbarrett

          The picture here reminds me of the beach a couple of blocks from my house in Florida as well as some of the beaches I go to in Brazil. I choose to walk down the beach to where there is no life guard and few if any people.



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