Her calloused feet slapped the street
Street of white men laughing loud
Her pretty dress, torn and bloody
Blood ran down her skinny, brown legs
Heart beating fast, she must get help
Forbidden to walk the white man's streets
Tears filled her old eyes as she cried
Cried out to the white men drinking
They laughed and shouted in her face
Black woman had fell from grace
She gathered her strength and called
Please help, our women were raped
The men stood and walked her way
"Looks like you've had a great day"
"Bushrangers attacked our camp"
Suddenly, a white man with rifle
Looked at the men and knew then
They would rape her in the street
He loaded his rifle, fired a shot
White drunks fled, scared that lot
The woman dropped to her knees
He gave her his hand, lifted, pleased
"My mother was aboriginal, now gone
Gone to the Spirit in the sky
Through her fear she soon relaxed
He took her hand and walked her back
The camp was still but for wailing
Women raped, men murdered
"Don't fear sister, I am police"
Soon hunt them down on horseback
They hugged each other and smiled
He bid her farewell this brave grandmother
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Author Notes
Contest Entry for Free Verse Poetry Contest. Self explanatory.
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