My tears will stain Mother Earth
As the blood stain from our
Ancestors and forefathers
Bleed upon the ground
We fight for with our lives
As the shackles of shame are placed
Around our neck, wrists and ankles
As we mourn the loss of our land and
Our belief’s of who we are
We are told we are savage
Heathens to be saved
And yet we still wear....
The shackles of shame
You say we need to change...why?
So we can be your slaves
You say we need to believe in your God
Why just to lose who we are
We have been lead to believe
We need religion to be free
Yet we still wear these
Shackles of shame...
My tears fall into a pool of pain
As I cry for those who have...
Suffered
Degradation
Humiliation and
Oppression
Just because of the colour of their skin
Just because of their beliefs and culture
Just because of whom they are
Aborigines’.....Indigenous and free
Kaila George