Struan 1966 - Adm.monash.edu.au - Monash University

EPIDAURUSI sat alone in that vacant hollowStaring down on the dry, cracked earth.Whilst high above, the great winged eagleSwooped, glided, hung.Blocking the sun,And casting over the ground belowIts unspent Herculean shadow.Midget in that yawning troughAmongst the giants of bygone age'sHearing their voices , seeming to seeDelight, amusement, fun,Their faces in the sunOblivious of the threat that lay there,Too strong for the wisest sage to bear .Oh those 'Stinging, remorseless wordsWhy were they written of one so great?Aristophanes with the comed ian's lash,Cutting, bitter, biting.Audience delighting,About the speech of our ph ilosopherEvil implications to his words.-Margaret Bailey, 2 A.20* * * *CAGED INIn a cage:banned from society.Beautifully black against the stark white.Fighting a futile battle.There's no hope-­you'll have to accept it.You're inferior;you're black.There's no chang ing you now;even if you think white, you're 'Still black.Thoughts of night, ebony, coalthat'syou.I think you're nneI want to accept you as you are,but society makes it so hard , for us both.You're real, living, sensitive.If only I could share your struggling lips,we'd make it, I know.Just don't pollute yourself with all thiswhite stuff - Keep clean.Here I sit writing big, bold, black letterson thin, glossy white paper-It seems crazy, and oddly hypocritical.* *-Julie Fermanis, D 1.