Forgotten children
\nForgotten by who
\nForgotten by us
\nOr forgotten by you<\/p>\n
They came in the daylight
\nMy daughter they took
\nBecause she was brown
\nWith a whitish look<\/p>\n
SHe was only a baby
\nTossed into their truck
\nThat is what happened
\ntreated like muck<\/p>\n
Seen as inferior
\nEnslavement was ours
\nRestraint and oppression
\nThey had the powers<\/p>\n
Discrimination
\nDisfranchised were we
\nTreated like dirt
\nReduced to slavery<\/p>\n
Torn from our mothers
\nBreasts
\nSuch rigidity
\nDraconian laws
\nWould apply
\nAnd would be<\/p>\n
The great british tyrant
\nNeville by name
\nHad come from England
\nYea He was to blame<\/p>\n
Assimilation
\nThat was the score
\nWe were just savages
\nThe dominion meant more<\/p>\n
Just white supremacy
\nNow was to be
\nImperative it was proclaimed
\nBy decree<\/p>\n
Black stock to be
\nWeakened over a time
\nAbsorbed in the mix
\nSomehow to climb<\/p>\n
Social and biological
\nEngineering they tried
\nAnd If we could die out
\nIt would be worth the ride<\/p>\n
They were our masters
\nWe dispossessed
\nNothing about us
\nCould ever be blessed<\/p>\n
Tribalised blacks
\nSavages we
\nWould face the duress
\nAnd constraints constantly<\/p>\n
Do you know what that does to you?
\nHow the heart breaks
\nTorn from your family
\nBy these white fakes<\/p>\n
Our civil rights
\nAll Stolen away
\nThrown into camps
\nAnd forgotten some say<\/p>\n
Constant coercian
\nAssimilation
\nHunger disease
\nA vile conflagration<\/p>\n
Of spirit and lust
\nHow we suffered so
\nTo The white mans desires
\nFrom his loins yea below<\/p>\n
We never felt mercy
\nOnly big pain
\nWhere was my mother
\nWhen In blood I had lain<\/p>\n
Housed in Moore River
\nWhere so many died
\nAnd so many more
\nManaged suicide<\/p>\n
So much brutality
\nEveryday
\nOur language forbidden
\nTo dance
\nNo no way<\/p>\n
Viewed with suspicion
\nThat at our core
\nThe white way was the right way
\nOf that they were sure<\/p>\n
Neville the protector
\nIn his custody
\nHe wanted to save us
\nBut the misery<\/p>\n
Of conforming to his standards
\nWould Help us believe
\nWhite citizenship
\nWas how to achieve<\/p>\n
We got our exemptions
\nBut deep in our soul
\nDog lives with them
\nWould not be a role<\/p>\n
That we now could take on
\nSo we would resist
\nWe would speak our language
\nHow much we had missed<\/p>\n
Our birthright was ours
\nAnd we would surely be
\nFar far removed
\nWe were aboriginie<\/p>\n
Proud to be coloured
\nNomadic and strong
\nWe were Australians
\nToo all along<\/p>\n
They had beaten our backs
\nThey had bruised us and we
\nHad cried in our sleep
\nWith the adversity<\/p>\n
We had borne their affliction
\nAnd had sexually
\nBeen abused by their antics
\naboriginie<\/p>\n
We could try to reclaim
\nThe lives that we lost
\nWe could dig very deep
\nWhatever the cost<\/p>\n
Forgotten children
\nForgotten by who
\nNot by our families
\nStolen its true<\/p>\n
Thousands of years
\nWe were part of a race
\nWho lived for the dreamtime
\nProud of our place<\/p>\n
The missions were awful
\nIncredible hell
\nAbused and beaten
\nTill our bodies did swell<\/p>\n
Some dyed their skin
\nSome died alas
\nBut our spirits were shared
\nNo matter how crass<\/p>\n
The assimilation
\nWas rolled out and we
\nWere expected to become
\nWhite actually<\/p>\n
They had the formula
\nOf our demise
\nBreaking our spirits
\nSo no surprise<\/p>\n
And now they say sorry
\nThe white voice we hear
\nHaving Stolen our childhood
\nYea So so clear<\/p>\n
Under our noses
\nAnd we’d never see
\nThe smile or the tears
\nOf our mothers to be<\/p>\n
Just one of the mothers
\nWhose child and whose grief
\nWould last all her life
\nIt just beggars belief<\/p>\n
The pain and the suffering
\nThe terror dolled out
\nThe barbed wire and hunger
\nThe incredible rout<\/p>\n
And the white voice says sorry
\nWords that aquire
\nSome sort of meaning
\nBut deep down the fire<\/p>\n
Burns in our bellies
\nTossed away even now
\nIn broken communities
\nAsk yourselves how<\/p>\n
You feel about how we feel
\nStill to this day
\nWhen the white rangers came
\nAnd took our kids away<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Forgotten children Forgotten by who Forgotten by us Or forgotten by you They came in the daylight My daughter they took Because she was brown With a whitish look SHe was only a baby Tossed into their truck That is … Continue reading