Your white drugs are not healing
What you gave us
White disease alcohol and bitumen
Concrete has no remedy whilst your gaols hold our kids

You came you conquered you stole
Our land our spirit our freedom
Our hunting grounds are gone now
And
Your boats have stolen the sea

Your progress is the difference
Between the Black and thee

We will fight forever whilst you methodically
Bleach our skin
In slow bloody genocide

A white mans will to win

But understand
White invaders
We are determined to be free
You need to reconcile in your head quickly

There is difference

Between
The Black and Thee

The moon was shining
On my aboriginal friend
I laughed my head off
And said
Smile you black bastard
Let me see your teeth
Against the moon

He broke down with laughter
Then reflected
You white men need me to smile
You need to see my teeth
Against the moon

For you cannot contrast
On a moonlit night
Anything in white skin

Without a Black Moon

He’s just a black kid
In the middle of any Australian town
No livelihood
Whites

Put him down

He walks and walks
To the other side
The dark side of town
No whites there

To
Put him down

He sleeps well
Aided by alcohol
Yet cries out to be sober
Employed
Noticed even

He’s just another black kid
We forgot
He’s an aboriginal kid

Your first thought
Am I right?
I’m black no good

Lazy
Must be an alcoholic

Yep I’m right it’s exactly what you thought

Australian aborigine useless
Contributor to society

My colour confirms your belief

Did you ask me what I do?
Did you strike with me a friendly conversation?
Did you ask me some advice or offer the same

No
Of course not I’m black

Your respect is missing
For humanity
For black knowledge
Ability

For a real Australian

I am Pastor Sir Douglas Ralph Nicholls
And you are????

They stripped you of your blackness
Those men.. so called
Protected by white laws
They made labour gains of your sweat

Whilst you worked their fields
They raped and sodomised your women
White bastards all of them
Protected by British sovereignty

You fought the good fight
Guns at your head

White man hunting and playing
A game for bored soldiers ne’er at war

Those men…so called
Were never men at all
To the highest order
Murderers one and all

And

Life makes no apology for the lost
For the murdered
For the black lives wasted on fox hunts

Sorry has a bloody long way to go
For the dead fathers
The raped mothers
The forgotten slaved and abused children

Of aboriginal Australians
Back then

Your white love is killing me
Assimilation is for others
Not me
I’m black and born here
I’m Australian

You are the intruder
The one who should assimilate
Your words
Just ask a Muslim

Have you forgotten bout me fella’
Will you ever celebrate me?
Your earliest neighbour
The first and only true Australian

Remember when I earned your sugar and flour
For a weeks work on my own land
Stolen by you
You would still have me do that
Would you not this day

Remember the chains around my ankle
Heavy chains around my neck
You bastards
The murderous ways of your evil white past
The death of us black pests

There is no moving forward for me
Sorry means nothing
Whilst I am still second class
In my own country

My dreaming place

You stole my children
You stole my land
I’m not going to get over it

Never will I bow to white fella’s
Never will I forgive your evil racism
Never will I allow myself to capitulate

To legal genocide

A little aboriginal boy asked me
Do you like the heat and flies? Mister

Sure I said
They don’t bother me

But then I am not here for a long time son
Why do you ask?

This is my country
It’s what you get in my place
Heat and flies and sore eyes

And the puss in his left eye
Gave the newest fly a base
A second fly garaged itself
Halfway up a small nostril

I wiped his face with my handkerchief
And
Washed his eyes and nose with my water

He smiled and said again
This is my country
It’s what you get in my place
Heat and flies and sore eyes

Then he put his arms around me and kissed me

Damned if I do
Damned if I don’t

Stuffed if I will
Stuffed if I won’t

Sober at large
Still drunk in charge

Good as a white
I earn my keep
Yet I am black and different
Just like sheep

Your eyes need to look inside my soul
Not at my outside birth colour

I have everything you seek
Inside
But they have wrapped me to your amazement
In black

So will I change for you?

How white is black
I will never change

Come to me and I will allow you to be black
If you feel you could cope
In my black world

But they have wrapped you to my amazement
In white

I rest my case
How black is white

Isn’t it nice to have the same problem?
A matter of colours

Can you imagine?
Empathise perchance
What’s inside my black head?

Can you Trust my colour
With your friends

Will they accept the difference?
Or love the same

Will you invite me?
Ever
To your new world

I grew up dreaming I was the same as you
All men were the same
We were the same

We were back then weren’t we?

We were just two little kids
Sharing sixpence
And a kick of the footy

At what age did you realise
My colour would exclude me
From continuing the fun and the joy
Of a wonderful friendship

Beyond being children