Friends poem (Australian poem ;D)

The times they are a changing” 
for the worse: and we carry social justice in a hearse.
We are travelling backwards, rediscovering all our bitterness;
When we restricted blacks to settlement- to fringe camp or the mission;
where we denied them their entitlement..
We took their children crying,
And left the old people dying,
men and women sighing,
as we hid beneath the lying
of “progress” and “development”..
As we opened up the wilderness 
with chainsaws and D9; 
employing brutal ruthlessness,
and white law that said, “It’s mine”.


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