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Poetry Prize

Highly Commended: Tick tock

  • By Rachel Bos
  • The 2017 Oodgeroo Noonuccal Poetry Prize

Watch out

We’re coming

Out from the edges, the cracks, from under our bridges.

Our rage a metallic tang on our tongues

Clashing, clanging and loud.

We wear our pride like armour, our outrage flung at you like spears.

No longer silent, 

We break free, 

Bursting through that which have held us

Rushing at you, overwhelming in intensity.

We won’t be silent and we won’t bow down.

Our roar is deafening.

It’s time.

 

 

Image: Matthew Piatt

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Rachel Bos is a teacher and writer.

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