Poem for chapter 5 First Nations ( Rabbit-proof fence

Crying,screaming and the heating sun
I'm scared and want to hide
Sweat, blood and tears
My feet are hurting, my eyes are drowning
Dust, gasolin and kalvin Clein parfym
He's shouting now, choking the engine

The car so near, the cultures so far from each other
The sun is whatching us,the rabbit-fence is following us
More screming, more tears, more dust

And then we're gone, gone like the wind with a smell of Calvin Klein

again