Australian bureau of statistics- Australian Social Trends, 2002
The Stolen generation
Aboriginals Chained up
Reconciliation (The day the Whites kissed the Blacks)
Sorry Day they said was for blacks
All about Blacks
And
All for Blacks
About stolen kids
Black kids
And
Lost generations
About desperate black mothers
Rare mention of fathers black or white
And no mention of the good whites
Or
The rogue blacks
And that was
The day the Whites kissed the blacks
Copyright Paolo 2008-02-29
Black Freedom
Just say sorry John
And release these people
Why do you stand alone?
When a white nation cries
For its black brothers and sisters
Is it money?
Is it land?
Is it commercial?
Is it important?
Just say sorry John
And love these people
Why do you deny?
When a white nation tries
For its black brothers and sisters
Just say sorry John
And honour these people
Why do you resist
When a white nation lies
To its black brothers and sisters
Living on Whiteman Time
Forty thousand years have gone
For
A Blackman in his prime
And
Forty thousand years are wasted
Now
Living on Whiteman time
Our Black Princess Lost
She turned fourteen only today
And
Impressive as she is
On a Whiteman’s catwalk
We have lost our child
Our only child
Somewhere she walks with them fella’s
Them real big fella’s
In New York
Somewhere we have lost a child to the new world
To
Money and power
To drugs
To stardom for fifteen minutes
Whilst her culture dies
The next 200 Years
You need not be sorry
In your heart
You were’nt there then
That’s your belief
Your
Whiteman quest
But
Saying sorry must
Surely
Not be that hard
You only need to shake my hand
Or
Give me your best smile
On both your good
And
Your bad days
And
Be my friend for free
Offer
Me your thoughts
Then
Welcome my black spirit into your life
And
I will welcome you
With all my black heart
To my tribe
You will lose nought
And
We will both gain much
For our children
And
They will never need to be sorry
Again
About the next two hundred years
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