John Pilger a stout heart
\nHe had to be
\nWorking for the Indigenous
\nCommunity
\nA film about Australia now
\nPrejudiced tragically
\nThe pitiless flower<\/p>\n
That has blossomed for some 50 thou years
\nGuardians really
\nBoomerangs and spears
\nLooked down upon
\nAs blacks all forlorn
\nWishing in fact
\nthey had never been born<\/p>\n
Australia hoping to see them away
\nOut on the red dirt
\nJustice today
\nNo water to speaking of
\nNo toilets, unclean
\nDiseased to the eyeballs
\nSadly no hygiene.<\/p>\n
An Indigenous people
\nUnder the sun
\nThe very blue sky
\nTheir empathy spun
\nFrom being neglected
\nCursed by the \u201cwhites\u201d
\nLeft in seclusion
\nWithout any rights<\/p>\n
Living off little
\nWild grub around
\nNo means of transport
\nThe homes on the ground
\nThey have their beliefs
\nTheir customs, their thoughts
\nBut people are hostile
\nInsolent sorts<\/p>\n
They have a great interest
\nAnd knowledge but we
\nDon\u2019t want their knowledge
\nTheir theory
\nIs not for our ears
\nOur eyes tell us all
\nThey are more like animals
\nWhich must appeal<\/p>\n
Bush Tucker is their tucker
\nThey can get by
\nClose to the earth
\nTo the rocks to the sky
\nThey walk with the animals
\nThey cry to the moon
\nTheir music is theirs
\nYes every tune<\/p>\n
It\u2019s a celebration
\nOf godly intent
\nThat weaves like a snake
\nLife really meant
\nTo be
\nIn their land
\nThe outback
\nThe place
\nThey share with the Roo\u2019s
\nIt\u2019s. Bloody disgrace<\/p>\n
The Canberra\u2019s softies
\nWhite socks and feet
\nMost of them flake out in the Summer heat
\nGulping down
\nBeer
\nOn tap running free
\nNothing though out there
\nFor the aboriginie <\/p>\n
Cockroaches live in their ears
\nSo I hear
\nNot a kitchen in sight
\nJust one tap
\nIt\u2019s clear
\nEveryone washes under that spray
\nIf you are an Aboriginie
\nThat\u2019s it today.<\/p>\n
Ancestral painting in caves
\nLong before
\nBeautiful paintings
\nThe whites still ignore
\nHistory was emblazoned
\nwith joy the utmost joy
\nnow all these years on
\nRepugnance ahoy<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … Continue reading