White bastards

‘Les Miserables’

Steel chains
Wrist shackles
Padlocks
And
Chain gangs

A
Designer security for blacks

Murderous adventures
To claim a Blackman’s land

Whilst
Native title still sleeps
A hundred and fifty years on

And
I’m angrier than ever now

I’m searching old images
Of black friends in chains
Traditional land owners
Tethered like animals

You white bastards

English fools and blaggards
Land grabbers

You have failed?
All Aboriginals
My friends

Real Australians

And
Today

Claim pride for discovery of this land
Stolen