The Bitter Lie

Monday, April 1, 2019
By: 
Penny Smits

Let us sing our praise of the bitter lie,
Dismiss the stolen children’s cry.
Favour fallacies and fairy tales, 
Worship thieves blown in by hearty gales. 

Let us sing our praise of the bitter lie, 
Deny bloodshed under deathly skies. 
Reject sovereign clans of noble grace, 
Elect foolish pawns of a ‘higher race’. 

Let us sing our praise of the bitter lie, 
Watch glibly as democracy dies. 
The traumatic scars of colonial lore, 
Weep on now and forevermore.

About Penny Smits

Penny Smits is a Melbourne-based writer who shares Māori (Ngāpuhi) and Aboriginal (Bindjali) heritage.