An older poem which also featured in an older blog about an older time. It might be enjoyable to some. So it's here again, given a fresh breath to reveal another poetic side. Enjoy!



Ballad of Billy McGee

With disdain they looked upon one Billy McGee
a boy that promised never to be;
a rep that’s scarred and scratched,
for sure his name’s mismatched
as darker skin ya’ever did see
on blackish hair with reddish flecks of Billy McGee.

A red haired aboriginal boy
matches were only a toy
and he was caught red handed
and always branded
the troublesome fire starter.
Poor boy had no farda
he was stolen in a generation;
trouble, his one destination
for any of his wild-sown seed.
Never had a chance, Billy McGee.




Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2022-05-15 at 13:59

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Sad but reflective of many of the "stolen generation". We can only imagine the mental scars that we have given them. I did a quick search on google to find out more about him, but all I found out more about was you. :)
2022-05-17


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Thank you for the repost, well done. It reminds of "Timothy Winters," by Charles Causley, both sad tales of boys who never had a chance.
2022-05-15