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Me in charge....HOW! I come in peace. Many coffee coloured men come to my land. They hold big pow wow's in tents with domes colour of green frog that used to live in our ponds but have long since gone.My people now queue for medicines. Coffee coloured people speak with forked tongue, they now first in queue. Their young braves roam free & strike fear into our old peoples who have fought bravely in battles long past to free us from such peoples. My tepee is surrounded by these newcomers. I hear them at night. The dogs that worked & lived with us now cower with us. These newcomers say our dogs bring disease & are unclean. My dogs have never brought disease of tuberculosis to our lands.I go now to fetch firewater to drown out noise from machines newcomers have brought into our territory.Days much simpler when Big Chief Scargill led us on long winter march. At least then we could see our enemy clearly in Tory Man Woman Thatcher......a woman with balls like buffalo & teats like suckling goat. With such a vision, me go now into long grass by long, still water heaped with prams, shopping trolleys & dead dogs....our last outpost.
..... because I would like a private word