Ayers Rock Uluru

old Mr Uluru
a proud man
the day the Rock
was handed back
sits waiting

old Mr Walkabout
a proud man
at the twenty-fifth
anniversary of the
hand back
sits waiting

in the Red Rock tavern
the old men sit
waiting

yous wanna beer
the barman yells

he comes over
whatcha waiting for

the old men stare out
over their Country
waiting

waiting
for recognition
as Traditional Owners

more than just
a few days
in their life time.

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