Aborigine

They were the first people

guardians who

were designed for the climate

Their  life styles were true

close to the earth

incarnated that way

Their  genetics were suited

deep rooted I’d say

they lived in harmony

bush tucker their thing

Born of the dream state

and able to bring

much to the table

Evidenced by

being able to live

under the sky

look into their faces

so character full

a previous eminence

able to pull

rank with pure wildness

where they can compete

with in the scheme of things

and put up with the heat

they eat with the seasons

with cause and  effect

primordial knowledge

they could elect

what and where to find

the food of the day

It was  not done by chance

But by knowing the way

life has been bitter

lack of understanding

and arrogance rules

the white man demanding

building their cities

encroaching on land

displacing the native

Sadly out of hand

second class citizens

labelled it seems

shipped off to camps

in the Bush

with their  dreams

and their stories

their music and  dance

Eating their tucker

at every chance

they labour on roads

Alcohol seems to be

slowing their gait

criminality

its just understanding

thats broken and we

see cities encroaching

Onto the Aborigine

Land if you will

where wildness bore fruit

its the same everywhere

many knowing their root

Pointing their fingers

living in style

improving surroundings

All of the while

bigger and bigger plot

farms everywhere

the wilds being breached

heightening  the despair

Its now really everywhere

the Indigenous soul

Hliving in harmony

Knowing their role

society growing

Cities desire

more countryside plots

outstretched arms feel the fire

playing the didge out in the sun

a lager or two when the old day is done

weaving and matting

baskets for sale

Aborigine art

and the thread of a tale

around the fireside

beer by the can

we hear the old stories

of this or that clan

the dream states

the ancestral times

Long before

our animal friends

and real  life in the raw.

the advent of the white man

sees  perilous times

they were forced off their land

which they saw as crimes

but reality told them

as citizens they

were just second class

at the end of the day

tossed from the cities

out into the Bush

they assembled in groups

it was a push

a lot of prejudice

regarded were they

as not fit for purpose

whatever some say

their culture profound

their art work sublime

they were the embodiment

passing their time

in caves, in the shade

Able to find

food for the table
and to unwind

the heat never bothered them

their unity

they had the knowledge

And were able to see

the wood from the trees

and their divininty

living off the land

Sat under  the sky

eating with Nature

and, knowing why

close to the dream state

the mythology

the stories and the glories

and the right to be free.