The year my daughter was born
I thought maybe we were starting to get it right after all
A woman was prime minister of Australia
And Julia was eloquent and sharp
And fought for justice, climate,
all the ways (we thought)
You’d expect a prime minister to be
And there was a black President in America,
A man who promised us hope
And we hadn’t yet heard of drones
And we hadn’t learned yet how often
We’d need to say
Black lives matter
And “stay wokeâ€
And we hadn’t yet been faced with
The overkill of a 10-flag press conference
Assuring us all that we weren’t anywhere near
As scared as we needed to be yet
But that Abbott was working on it,
Don’t you worry about that.
