Pretty Smart

em = By Lachlan Irvine

This white feller, he's pretty smart.

Got all the education, all the money;

But what he does with it sometimes

To me it can seem pretty funny.

Give our young boys grog, then lock 'em away,

Make 'em feel anger, pain and fear;

Caged up in a land where their ancestors lived

In freedom many a thousand year.

No tribal life, no walkabout,

No sky of everlasting stars;

Just four grey walls, a concrete floor,

And on the window, iron bars.

But this white feller, he's pretty smart

Millions of dollars he's goin' to pay

For a Royal Commission to work out why

We'd rather die than live that way.

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