Genocide - Culture & Colour
A noble humble race?
No, not the whities, for
they devour the land
of ancestors and we,
we are the true owners of
Terra Australis.
What are our memories?
The serpent of the dreamtime
full of songlines, sings
the spirit of creation.
Ancient gifter of this land,
who brought our race to life.
Can we regenerate?
The madness of the stolen ones,
Culture shock and naming cruelly
peeled away, layer by layer.
Bleached bones in the desert;
Endless , mindless,worthless,
broken, promises .....of
nothing worth living for.
I have used this poem to identify with my Aboriginal friends.I apologise for any offense which this may cause to any of you.
Isabel Telford
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Isabel, how could anyone take offence when the words are so true; not one wasted. They explain in such a simple and direct way your thoughts and feelings.
Not too many can communicate so quickly and cleanly their feelings, imaginings and writing ability as you have done with Genocide - Culture & Colour. It is such a good poem. It epitomises the theme to perfection. Thank you.
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