Back then

Gondwanaland I was there,
My footprints etched in time,
Blackman, happy man,
A blissful life in rhyme.

Simple life, hunter’s life,
Wide brown land ahead,
Any direction I could go,
No white man, happy bed.

Food and water a plenty,
All Eco systems alive,
Everyone a gatherer,
At the early age of five,

Coroboree tribal life,
Much better than today,
Living on the bottle.
That white man passed my way.

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“Back then”
Written and Published by Paul Buttigieg

Published:
October 18th, 2003
Category:
Aboriginal Poems
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