Aboriginies

John Pilger a stout heart
He had to be
Working for the Indigenous
Community
A film about Australia now
Prejudiced tragically
The pitiless flower

That has blossomed for some 50 thou years
Guardians really
Boomerangs and spears
Looked down upon
As blacks all forlorn
Wishing in fact
they had never been born

Australia hoping to see them away
Out on the red dirt
Justice today
No water to speaking of
No toilets, unclean
Diseased to the eyeballs
Sadly no hygiene.

An Indigenous people
Under the sun
The very blue sky
Their empathy spun
From being neglected
Cursed by the “whites”
Left in seclusion
Without any rights

Living off little
Wild grub around
No means of transport
The homes on the ground
They have their beliefs
Their customs, their thoughts
But people are hostile
Insolent sorts

They have a great interest
And knowledge but we
Don’t want their knowledge
Their theory
Is not for our ears
Our eyes tell us all
They are more like animals
Which must appeal

Bush Tucker is their tucker
They can get by
Close to the earth
To the rocks to the sky
They walk with the animals
They cry to the moon
Their music is theirs
Yes every tune

It’s a celebration
Of godly intent
That weaves like a snake
Life really meant
To be
In their land
The outback
The place
They share with the Roo’s
It’s. Bloody disgrace

The Canberra’s softies
White socks and feet
Most of them flake out in the Summer heat
Gulping down
Beer
On tap running free
Nothing though out there
For the aboriginie

Cockroaches live in their ears
So I hear
Not a kitchen in sight
Just one tap
It’s clear
Everyone washes under that spray
If you are an Aboriginie
That’s it today.

Ancestral painting in caves
Long before
Beautiful paintings
The whites still ignore
History was emblazoned
with joy the utmost joy
now all these years on
Repugnance ahoy