Yeah I can’t complain.

They rely on our ability to forget and forgive. They rely on our batch to disappear so that the next one can be told the same lies they know we’d forget. They force us to forget in order to disconnect and live a life that is thrown at us. Not chosen.

Not chosen, so yeah I can’t complain.

They forget our bodies hold what our minds can’t. Our hearts beat for what our eyes hide. They forget that our brains are not the only memory bank that is left behind. That the blood remembers, and the palm remembers, and the land remembers and…

I can’t remember.

They rely on us having a gold fish’s memory. But did they know that a goldfish can recognise and distinguish between different human beings?

Humans who live to lie and humans who live to die.

Humans who whisper and humans who chant.

Humans who spend and humans who can’t.

Which one are you? Not sure, but yeah I can’t complain.

Don’t complain. If you complain, your name will be in the paper alongside your memory-full brain.

Do you really need a poem to know what we knew hundreds of years ago when the colonies began to grow? How many poems do you need to know to stop a patterned past that leads us to answers they pretend to not know? A cycle of destruction that the weak can ignore but the strong will try and control.

I’m over it all. But I can’t complain, you know…

Actually, maybe I can complain. Maybe I need to complain. It’s essential.

How will the next batch know? Without me, they will not be able to grow because they can’t remember what I remember as much as I don’t know what they will know. In an official statement or out in public cold – I have to let them know.

Yeah I can’t complain because hate and extremism have no place in Australian society. The politicians keep saying, little do they know that we will remember every racist decision and call, no matter if we are here or gone.