Australian Aborigines
Stolen
This is us
Totally
We can never be white
Being black is surely struggle enough
For us fellas
We are in despair
Your white love missed us
Somehow
Your money decimated
Our community
We waited
We slaved
We tried to believe
Your white lies
We paid the price
For being black
And
Trusting foreigners
This is us
Lost
Like the Dodo, you had no capable wings with which to fly, but you have so much that a white man has not, remember to keep that in your heart. I love the way a black man’ said God baked us, but only half baked the white man! Love from a white woman. I wrote a poem to a man sitting in a railway carriage, not very good but:-
From Oslo to Torp by train, in the train sat an African student who turned out to speak some English. I felt I would write a poem about an African face so set to, just minutes before he was to get off the train. I wrote:-
Where are you going to
Where are you from
So dark and so handsome
With black and with brown
Your eyes white glow light
In the round of your face
Like the beautiful globes
Of the planets in space
Your lips full and splendid
Your hair neat and tight
What God first intended
The white mans plight
All bleached and pallid
He burns easily
Half baked, half baked
Said the black-man he! he!
Its your lot what you are
No choice do you have
To be this one or that one
The genes don’t “behave.”
This poem I gave to the man it was written about, to his surprise, how it was fun to do, write a poem and give it to a complete stranger, he thanked me profusely and got off the train.
Wow Ann. you are truely an angel on Earth. People should look up to your Compassion and Kindness.