White bastards

‘Les Miserables’

Steel chains
Wrist shackles
Padlocks
And
Chain gangs

A
Designer security for blacks

Murderous adventures
To claim a Blackman’s land

Whilst
Native title still sleeps
A hundred and fifty years on

And
I’m angrier than ever now

I’m searching old images
Of black friends in chains
Traditional land owners
Tethered like animals

You white bastards

English fools and blaggards
Land grabbers

You have failed?
All Aboriginals
My friends

Real Australians

And
Today

Claim pride for discovery of this land
Stolen

Sorry Day they said was for blacks
All about Blacks
And
All for Blacks
About stolen kids
Black kids
And
Lost generations

About desperate black mothers
Rare mention of fathers black or white

And no mention of the good whites
Or
The rogue blacks

And that was

The day the Whites kissed the blacks

Copyright Paolo 2008-02-29

Stand at the end of your street
Proud

Ignore all the city folk
The whites, the cosmopolitans the Asians

Ask
Why my black son is not there with them

There must be a reason

Somewhere

Why black is so hard to see

We gave you everything?

Alcohol
Disease
Racial abuse
Half casts
Homelessness
Sadness
Stolen children
Broken families
Poverty

You gave us all we could take

Land

Are you not our wealth givers?
Everywhere a black footprint
Everywhere a block in Toorak
Everywhere a white millionaire
On black land

She turned fourteen only today
And
Impressive as she is
On a Whiteman’s catwalk
We have lost our child
Our only child
Somewhere she walks with them fella’s
Them real big fella’s
In New York
Somewhere we have lost a child to the new world
To
Money and power
To drugs
To stardom for fifteen minutes
Whilst her culture dies

You need not be sorry
In your heart
You were’nt there then
That’s your belief
Your
Whiteman quest
But
Saying sorry must
Surely
Not be that hard
You only need to shake my hand
Or
Give me your best smile
On both your good
And
Your bad days
And
Be my friend for free
Offer
Me your thoughts
Then
Welcome my black spirit into your life
And
I will welcome you
With all my black heart
To my tribe
You will lose nought
And
We will both gain much
For our children
And
They will never need to be sorry
Again
About the next two hundred years

Everyone
Has a friend
Be they black or white
And
Every one
Has a friend
Be they white or black
And
Everyone
Has a few friends
The colour of rainbows

And
The fear of any difference is gone
In
One big hug

Someone
Turns out the last light
A Blackout
And
A dormitory full of black kids sigh

Unknowing

Waiting for parents to return
A shallow promise from government guardians
If you sleep

A white education waits
If you wake
And
Forgive

The theft of your black soul
And
The destruction of your family

Forty thousand years have gone
For
A Blackman in his prime
And
Forty thousand years are wasted
Now
Living on Whiteman time

Just say sorry John
And release these people
Why do you stand alone?
When a white nation cries

For its black brothers and sisters

Is it money?
Is it land?
Is it commercial?
Is it important?

Just say sorry John
And love these people
Why do you deny?
When a white nation tries

For its black brothers and sisters

Just say sorry John
And honour these people
Why do you resist
When a white nation lies

To its black brothers and sisters