We blacks walk free now

Whites cringe

Uncomfortable at their want

That black should live white

And
Racist thoughts prevail
Again

Another
Stupid white notion

That

Black is less than white

A black aboriginal walks head high
A white man nods
Hello brother nice to see you
Good that we have finally reconciled
Sorry about the past
The mistakes
We whites got greedy
We lost you
We let you struggle in our world
Your world really
We stole it
You drowned
Our world consumed you and your children
So sad so unforgiving

Miracles happen

We have finally realised
You are important
Beautiful
And
The most dinkum Australians of all

And at last
We finally said sorry

And that’s a miracle

A black angel sang
Blindly
Into my heart
I cried for his voice
His song
His message

His vision is not lost at all
It is in his music
In his heart

An inspiration
Gurrumal Yunupingu
A black angel

I love you

The hunting grounds are gone forever now
And
It’s hard to spear a kangaroo in a gold mine
Or
Catch a goanna at Coles

Woolworths bulldozed our birth trees
Under which many of us mob were born
True ghost gums now

Our black faces annoy them
Often
We sit at their front door in the heat
And
The aircon keeps us mob cool
Small consolation
When the whites open the auto doors

We are banned of course
Only for being black
The white man won’t let us camp inside
Our sacred birth places are trampled
Daily

A thousand white feet
Pass
With no respect for our mothers
Or
Our birth trees

I’m going to walk straight at you
With a smile

You can greet me or look away

If my colour offends you
Sadness will drown my heart

If you walk straight at me with a smile
I will know
Our colours are the same

Why aborigine
Little pleasure
Plenty pain
Take my land
Whiteman gain
Stolen children
Feel the pain
Ask for rights
Me not sane
Suicide options
Stop the strain
Government inaction
Still the same
Why aborigine
When were to blame
No black men here
Since genocide came

A black rose

Why not

An aboriginal flower perhaps
A symbol of absent love
And
Each petal could fall
To the ground
As
A symbol of lost hope
For
Their lost land
Their lost cause
Their lost children
And
Just lie there and die
In the sun and the rain
Or
Blow away in the wind

Why not

Today I thought the truth should prosper
And
I would admit
My failings to our black people

I never chose to be part
Of
The genocide
The disease
And
The wars
But
I take responsibility

It’s more like I am a victim too

Fate placed me in front of a nation
A beautiful nation
Of hunters and gatherers
And
I could not react back then

With dignity
With compassion
With conciliation
With love
With understanding
And sharing

Only with greed

The rights

The questions
Unanswered

The bloody whites
Unaccountable

The abuse

The round ups
The crying mothers

The church
The Christianity
The failure to involve family

The loneliness
The isolation
The segregation

The sheer theft

Of Aboriginal children

The Stolen ones

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