Stolen

stolen… children
stolen
taken… from their mothers arms
they cry but no one hears
i feel their tears
welling
up inside
identity it hides
Culture…Spirit…Dreaming

the stories are dying
replaced Truth with the lying
blood stains the blade of hate
blood stains the blade of hate
Rape to shame
Murder and maim
Take the land
for personal gain
Only healing will set us free
from Australia’s black history

it’s not all black and white to me

Stolen

Donna Raymond

Kuranda, Australia

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another song of mine.. not yet complete. just came one afternoon in like 10 minutes.. like all the others… written rom the perspective of myself a young “white” woman reflecting on the atrocities of the “white man”… not sure where its gonna lead but i want to steer it into a more positive light

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