Tjukurpa’
Kata Tjuta Uluru,
Blue to glowing red,
Depending on the time of day,
Photographers set up bed.
Sir Henry gave his name,
To a monolith so grand,
Finally the Aboriginals,
Can reclaim their land.
Piranypa cannot be privy,
The Anangu will say,
Sacred aboriginal dreamtime,
Saving Uluru today.
Vicissitudes of life,
The spirit it descended,
Uluru and Aboriginal life,
Finally extended.
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“Tjukurpa’”
Written and Published by Paul Buttigieg
- Published:
- December 15th, 2003
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- Aboriginal Poems
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