Good poem Foxy.

So you didn't understand the Lithuanian text? I had to work hard on that...

I enjoy 'The Skeleton In The Armour'. The inspiration not far from Lithuania. I'm sure you've heard of it before.

The Skeleton in Armour.

Speak! speak! thou fearful guest!
Who, with thy hollow breast
Still in rude armour drest,
;Comest to daunt me!
Wrapt not in Eastern balms,
But with thy fleshless palms
Stretched, as if asking alms,
;Why dost thou haunt me?

Then from those cavernous eyes
Pale flashes seemed to rise,
As when the Northern skies
;Gleam in December;
And, like the water's flow
Under December's snow,
Came a dull voice of woe
From the heart's chamber.

I was a Viking old!
My deeds, though manifold,
No Skald in song has told,
No Saga taught thee!
Take heed that in thy verse
Thou dost the tale rehearse,
Else dread a dead man's curse
For this I sought thee.

Far in the Northern Land,
By the wild Baltic's strand,
I, with my childish hand,
Tamed the gerfalcon;
And, with my skates fast-bound,
Skimmed the half-frozen Sound
That the poor whimpering hound
Trembled to walk on.

Oft to his frozen lair
Tracked I the grizzly bear.
While from my path the hare
Fled like a shadow;
Oft through the forest dark
Followed the were-wolf 's bark,
Until the soaring lark
Sang from the meadow.

But when I older grew,
Joining a corsair's crew,
O'er the dark sea I flew
With the marauders.
Wild was the life we led;
Many the souls that sped,
Many the hearts that bled,
By our stern orders.

Many a wassail-bout
Wore the long Winter out;
Often our midnight shout
Set the cocks crowing,
As we the Berserk's tale
Measured in cups of ale,
Draining the oaken pail
Filled to o'erflowing.

Once as I told in glee
Tales of the stormy sea,
Soft eyes did gaze on me,
Burning yet tender;
And as the white stars shine
On the dark Norway pine,
On that dark heart of mine
Fell their soft splendour.

We have so far only heard from the Australian-Australian and Aboriginal-Australian perspectives.

Can we hear from the Chinese-Australian, Eskimo-Australian and Nuer- and Zulu-African-Australian perspectives?

Otherwise we won't be able to have a truly inclusive discussion on one of the greatest things to happen in Australia since electricity.

Your rhetorical style is enjoyable Mr Opinion.

SR

Explain why

"Essentially the Voice calls for a representative body to be placed within the Constitution"

would NOT embugger the Parliamentary Government system that Already Represents

Indigenous Australians, along with everyone else?
_______________________________________

Dear MOpy

Spot on comedy, as always :)

All self-appointed Austral-Beings should have their own representative bodies

(maybe 200 or 300, more?) under the Constitution

under VOICE "logic".

You'll may like these Banjo Paterson

Some weird guys walking down the road... in funny hats.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WWqmQlSScI0

This one is from this weird old guy... I'm sure no one knows him ;)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FqtttbbYfSM

Those bloody American's are always stealing our girls... but these guys can't even hold a note... let alone dance.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7YDpikjopjQ

Dear Canem Malum,

I enjoy poems that have emotional strength, poems that
are highly imaginative and communicative, poems that
shock the reader into thinking about issues. Your
chosen poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow of an
ancient Viking does all that. Melodic in nature, vivid
in imagery, archaic words, all help to develop a world
of fantasy in the reader's mind.

Barrie Pittock tells us that Lord Byron in 1816, during
an "unseasonally cold summer in Europe turned to imagining
how civilised human beings would react in situations of
extreme adversity, and his poetic imagination led him to
write the poem which he called, "Darkness". According to
Pittock, today the poem provides us, "with the most graphic
and moving description of what it would be like to
experience a nuclear winter."

" ... I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright
sun was extinguish'd and the stars did wander darkling in
the eternal space. Rayless, and pathless, and the icy
earth swung blind and blackening in the moonless air:
Moon came and went - and came, and brought no day. And
men forgot their passions in the dread of this their desolation..."

Although this is only a small part of Byron's poem, it gives
us a very vivid picture of what a nuclear winter could be
like.

If we have no faith in our power to change the world we will
fail to prevent the dreadful vision of nuclear winter from
becoming a reality.