I’m an angry aboriginal
And
Why not?
Whites did intrude
Back then
Much to my chagrin
And
In return they offered me slavery
Some sugar
Flour and tea
And took away my children
Despite an Elders desperate plea
They raped my girls
As rifles stared me down
Better than a spear could do
To kill
Soldiers all around
The kids never seen
Tribal days
Aboriginal ways
Never learnt to be black
And the children were afflicted
With an unexplained blight
Forced to live a life of wondering
Were they black or were they white