Awaken to another day of defeat and feel sorry for yourself

Ethan Switch - Thursday, 26 May 2005 - 09:37:18 - print it raw

Vats of lard fill to the brim with Prime Minister John Howard's disregard. Aborigines still see the blank void of an apology from the Australian government on National Sorry Day. Wrenched through iron lungs of copper teeth.

Taking a shine to its eyes, the aims of another national non public holiday have been writ large under the overwhelming insignificance of the true meaning being the healing of a nation.

The Australian National Sorry Day Committee are concerned that the entire meaning of the national non public holiday has taken a turn for the politically worse.

One word to pacify the masses. One word to clean the slate. One word to wash them all away.

One word is not enough.

But one word is where it starts.

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