Poem -

They got roof

They got roof

BB provides

The family starts to heal

Then wounds are reopened

A lost soul returns

arrives for the first time

she's a different colour than the last one

But she's got mob in her

Every moon's awake

A wake to the icy

corpses:

a son, a cousin, a sister

Od d ... but never surprising

Different lengths but same reach

Fine silver lines the same effect

as the spots of blue lead

They have their roof

They have the drowner of sorrows in 6

Pain goes away with a laugh

or changes colour with a brawl

Money matters, a smoke screen

for desperately wanting love

But they're alright mate

BB's got their back

Says it's a special week

A cultural dance will fix it

Some pennies for a token

Tourists like them shows

Mob still got value

But their values were eroded long ago

These young ones,

don't know shit

But they got mob in em hey

Every moon's awake

A wake to the icy

corpses:

a son, a cousin, a sister

But they got roof

Should be enough right?

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