He Looked up and saw the white fella coming
He saw the loss to a black nation
Of
Their land
Their future
Their right
Flags alone are not contractual
He said
They waver in the wind
As does a claim without historic merit
Through a dodgy pen government owned and scribed
That calls only for the yield of natives
And
The day ends in sorrow for those white thieves
As blacks rule again
Their own land and birthplace
For now