Let me teach you a thing or two
Passed down from elders’ past,
You won’t learn this from library books
Nor technology contrast.
About so-called Australia
About the frontier wars,
About all of my ancestors…
Shot dead upon the shores.
Captain Cook discovered Australia
In my ears they drilled,
School salute the flag of loot
No mention of the skilled…
Cunningly shaping weapons and tools;
For white man broke the lores
Protecting women and children;
Black men in frontier wars.
How they shocked Aboriginals;
The aliens from overseas…
Ordered and rewarded
To hang them all from trees.
When they killed most of the men
Hence minority about,
They raped the women and the girls
To breed the black right out.
Complete success they did not have
As “Australia” tried a-building,
Evilness again transpired
Stealing all the children.
My Mother, My Nana, My great Nan,
All stolen from their parents
The Australian Government did it again-
For slavery insurance.
Never met my Nana...
She died before my birth
Always wished to meet her,
And all that she was worth.
The most beautiful woman
I’ve ever viewed in snaps,
Undeniably strong and for so long
Through the worst mishaps
I believe she knew I’d be here
Though we had never met,
I see it in her eyes
The specialness she kept.
Stolen from her mother
Just like her mothers’ past,
Sadness overwhelms me
Photographed to last.
With love she had her children
Though Aboriginals were prey,
One day it came and with no shame…
Took her girls away.
Perhaps I would had known her
If her life not been that hard,
The strongest for the longest
Though heart remained so scarred.
Intelligent she was
With languages diverse,
Did not stop the evil acts
Stemmed from white mans’ curse.
With fire she fought for humankind
Against the cruel and mean,
Shedding tears from missing years
My Nana, My Blood, My Queen.
Thoughts of Death
Death is a foreign country
I wish not to go there as I`m only used to life
despite we do our best to destroy our planet.
The aboriginals in Australia call death
dream time, there are times when I ask if life
is dream time and death is a reality.
To meet souls who cannot dream floating about
as dust in a landscape of oblivion.
The land floating in ocean far in the south
It is Australia as British people thoughts
The aboriginals in the land full of doubts
Making different calls as different people saw
Clearly, Guards of kangaroo do the best jobs:
Every human asylum seeker has been stopped
The Liberals step forward to declare the scroll
An immigrant's deal is completely adopted
Australia is accelerating moving to the south
Far far away from the hemisphere north
wild Australia
hark... sounds of didgeridoos
mobs of kangaroo
Australian folk...
Aboriginals suffer
arpartied still reigns...
Australian folk...
at one with nature... what's left
arpartied still reigns...
vistas of nature
o that monolith could talk
Australian woes
deforestation
all life suffers pollution
koala's left dead
crocodiles... wildlife
Australia's indigenous
extinctions for real
Residential School Students
Atrocities towards the Aboriginals in Canada
OUR PLIGHT
The creaking of the door at night
Always sparked a fright
For me and all the other
Boys and girls
What they were doing; was just not right.
Morning, noon, and night
Our thoughts were filled only
With thoughts of our plight
With desperation of the words
“Flee or flight”.
Where can we go?
Who can we tell?
Our teachers and mentors
Were our tormentors
At night we layed down
Never a smile, always a frown,
Always wondering
How it would feel to wear a crown
It has to be better than this
There has to be bliss
My parents, you I so miss
Your hugs, your love, and most of all
Your kiss
With our thoughts and minds
Frayed and being led astray
We held hands and prayed,
God, keep us strong,
Let our suffering be gone.
Written by mintra j mankasingh April 2014
The elapsing of the year gets almost everyone busy,
listing things to do and not to;
What to leave out or cross over with
Recreating the disfigured concepts of one's entity,
Refilling the unfilled rows and columns of a mystery,
It is like a bridge paradoxically unseen in the natural,
A bridge which, others cross over unconsciously, Like people in the North Sentinel Island, the Pintupi Aboriginals;
They're undisturbed with technical, social or economical changes.
The beginning of a year, is like taking a long-light trip
through a hall with appeasing leeways
Getting lost and refound in the process
Through this travel each one has precepts to follow
The exit way is either an achievement or a lesson
Each day is a cross over,
Each night is a ride which takes everyone to past,
present or future events
Each morning is a recreation
To reconstruct the fragmentary initiative.
A happy and reproductive 2018 to the poetry members.
:)
It is a tree of five hundred one and twenty different fruits
with nine others totally disenfranchised
in a garden of more than a colour of grapes
a black bunch out of every five same
is its numerical contribution in such defined location
A flowing stream, originating from the Nok aboriginals
has created different hundreds of tributaries
in its inland is a town where fertility is ambidextrous
and the most diversified of the colourful flying beauties
is found within its territory
A family possessing envious wealth but seemingly a myth
b’cos of the Mephistophelian deeds of its guardians
its house, built on land where toothpick germinates to a monstrous tree
and man power capable of producing half a continent of sky scrapers
yet six out of every ten of its members
are less comfortable than a pet in the west
Liberal tory predjucide
457 visas 2 help the jobless score,
a hundred thousand jobless,
upon our Aussie shore,
one hundred thousand imported,
by howard the duck billed rat,
{still here}
fat ole bat got 30 thousand more,
are you aware of that?
so special working in the mines,
the greed of ancient whores,
class distinction aint it grand,
no work for the Aussie poor?
So keep em working part time,
no holidays evermore,
no hope 4 a house or car,
ground down to serfdoms' floor.
Rabbit abbot opened the flood gates
with china, and they will bring their workers with them to work
at chinese wages in what was our country..
.like the Aboriginals we have been bypassed ?
And manured on from liberal heights...
Free your mind from everyday shackles
they will only hold you bound in chains
forget all the things you have been taught
like there are no fairies, no unicorns
Try to remember instead the wonders
of what you accepted as fact in childhood
let your imagination have full flight
see what is hidden from plain view by veils
Do not limit yourself or be afraid of scoffs
from those unblessed with freedom of thoughts
it is all to easy to give in and to believe
in what is so everyday and yet so utterly mundane
Think once more like a young child, set yourself free
imagination is a wonderful thing, a wondrous gift
aboriginals have it right with their dream time
red Indians know it too and believe in their visions
So let yourselves be free, dare to dream your dreams
make them part of your life, indeed part of your soul
lift the concealing curtains of your earthbound minds
run free and wild, we ourselves constrict both mind and life
Pig a billa
Good tucker is ol pig-billa,
Porcupine Echidna hey,
Favourite food of Aboriginals,
Has him own spears anyway,
Track him cross the hot red sand,
Which way does he go, today,
Claws on his back legs are a pointing,
Where he come from, there we say,
Dead possum hanging oer the water,
Maggots falling soon they may,
Yellow belly sucks em sorta,
Big ol Cod could eat em hey,
Marbuk silent as a Gum-tree,
Waits with fishing plurry spear,
See the flash of yella-belly, see,
Him on the coals to sear!
Swish of killer boomerang,
As the wild ducks leave the water,
Pelted as a hundred swam,
Got a Shag hook nosed just sorta,
Break-em wing as it leaves the water,
Bloody tough meat make you chew,
Yarraman is a horse you see,
Milinbri beast of cattle, be,
Crocodile he waits for you,
Don’t swim where he will maybe chew,
After the death roll kills you, oughta,
Fresh meat ol tourist brought ya,
To Cape York for interview.
Ole Croc can get you too!
Sidestep this frenzy slaughter….
Whatever ya bloody do.
Ole Johnson the reporter …Don
To Shaman Aboriginals
"Dreamtime" was the virginity
Of the earth
Before the dirt
Was soiled by humanity
Using crystals or their bare feet
They harness the earth's energy
To channel the grid
Over which we live
To balance and restore harmony
(Austrialian Aboriginals)
Received 11th place in "The Shaman's Way" contest
Received 12th place in "5th poem on the soup" contest
The Edge of Extinction
Silent humming birds
Great ocean whales
Deep unknown rain forests
Dark eyed Polar Bears
Ancient Loggerhead turtles
Ivory tusked Elephants
North American Indians
Eskimos
Australian Aboriginals
Lost South American Indians
Kiwis and Kakapo’s
Sperm whales
Blue whales
Narwhales
Killer whales
Prairies covered with Buffalo
Humpback whales
Deep forest Wolves
Ospreys and Kitty Hawks
Sparrow Hawks
Red Kites
High flying Bald Eagles
Gargantuan Grizzly Bears
And slinking ferocious Cougars
Snow Leopards
Tall majestic Elms and Rowans
Snow Tigers
And dark midnight Panthers
White Peacocks
And Peacock Butterflies
Green Hedge Warblers
Corn Crakes
Green Capped Wood Peckers
Wisteria
And rare Fox Gloves
Wild Orchids
And the wild, wild Mustang
Tiny Yellow Tree Frogs
Bandit masked Badgers
Soaring Californian Condors
Red Squirrels
Water Voles
And Sea Otters
Forests of Kelp
Cromer Crabs
Sad eyed Panda’s
Will this catalogue continue endlessly
Sixteen thousand listed already
What species next
Humanity ?