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Sep 2014
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 beliefโ€™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
Aboriginesโ€™.....Indigenous and free

Kaila George
Until the mid-60s, the Aborigines came under the Flora and Fauna Act, which classified them as animals, not human beings. This also meant that killing an Aborigine meant you werenโ€™t killing a human being, but an animal.

I was very upset when I first read this....An article about Aborigines...it was a very sad artical hence this poem.
Kaila George
Written by
Kaila George  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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     Kaila George, Weeping willow, --- and Erenn
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