Black Fella Lament
They conquered my land
They stole it away
Made a ball of my head in the sand
So black fella dies
As white fella lies
For assimilation we qualifies
They took away our babies
Make a good life for em
No, if’s or but’s or maybe’s
With drink and the Mission
They broke up tradition
For marriage white fella permission
Aborigines in shanties now congregate
Even though for forties years
Black fella this land did habitate
White fella does what he will
With trees and land fill
As our home he continue to kill.
Copyright © Lizzie Treetop | Year Posted 2012
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