In the town of Oodnadatta <br />and the one called Paramatta <br />live the weirdest little guys <br />two inch short are shins and thighs <br />heads of supersize proportions <br />spinal columns with distortions <br />eyes are crossed, all hair is green <br />facial features set to mean <br />spittle falling on the fingers <br />and an odour that still lingers. <br />No one asks what happened here <br />are they silent out of fear? <br />Let me quickly give the answer <br />all these people suffer cancer <br />when the Brits that time exploded <br />bombs the people's health eroded <br />gone was genuine DNA <br />and the people have to pay. <br />Have they learned from their mistakes <br />no, they are doing what it takes <br />to re-create some old disasters <br />praised and directed by their masters <br />you ask if there is some dissension <br />oh no, it means they get no pension.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bombs-in-the-outback/
