Asked for my participation or my funding,
I agreed to donate my voice,
And Speak to a community of their choosing,
These decision makers could not have known,
The language which spews from my pursed lips,
Many would critique some of what I had in mind,
As ill appropriate for those contained,
Nevertheless I spoke in a half-shade,
Dimly delving, diluted
Altered companioned style,
Yet still, scholars they call themselves,
I may disagree,
I will not label,
As I do not have knowledge,
And even then,
I would not lower myself to such a degree,
Yet, I must confess,
I found it hard, very difficult,
Speaking to those who were advertised as such,
Yet from the blank gazes gathered,
Discussing modernity
To a congregation of aborigines
