Stolen Generations of The Aboriginals
Stolen generations, children ripped from the bosom
One hundred and fifty-five years of horror and fear
A sad consequence and the white man's cross to bear
No apologies could possibly wipe away a single tear
Can you even imagine having your babies taken away
Not knowing the what evers or would evers or if ever
So many questions that would never hear an answer
They were just stolen and taken away from you forever
Cries in the night, cries through the years, wondering
Never knowing what, in truth, had become of them
Truth be known tho, many were placed in institutions
Some became domestic servants for wealthy white men
Chastise the human who believes he is above all
They should suffer some kind of consequences
Tho their final punishment shall be at His mercy
Be there no reprieve for such inhumane offenses
My being a person of white classification, I am sorry
I say to the original people of Australia, the Aboriginal
With all my heart, for all the injustices put upon you
I pray for peace of mind and consolation for you all
© 2010 Adele Kaye
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