In 1836, a posse of brave European settlers
Riding horses, armed with muskets
Brutally killed 12 Wiradjuri men, women and children
Can you remind me who the uncivilised ones were?
It all happened not far from my home
Where the kookaburras laugh high in the gum trees
Bodies piled up and burned like rubbish
Can you remind me who the uncivilised ones were?
It was rough justice they said
For the killing of two white settlers by Wiradjuri warriors
But dirty little secrets can’t be kept forever
Can you remind me who the uncivilised ones were?
Courage, bravery, wisdom and love
Maybe we can learn these things
From the traditional owners of the land.
As Time Traveller through ages
getting scope to watch and assess
Civilisation on progress
struggling in different stages.
World full of of lies and malice
each person , state, country or race
to be ready to start and face
a life style , free from prejudice .
One Religion ' Humanity '
to be accepted globally
being perfect rationally :
For progress, that’s priority.
Difference in religion
and attempt to overpower
are reasons of conflicts and war.
‘ Humanity’ : the solution.
Humankind still uncivilised,
not respecting moral values .
Truth and honesty of no use.
Love and compassion, not realised.
Time traveler sending messages :
‘Love for all be spontaneous
Be righteous, not religious.’
Eternal truth runs through ages.
Shipped across borders,
They found a home within its walls,
Hoodwinked,
They let go of their treasures,
In exchange for something unmatched in value,
They call them uncivilised carvings,
But not uncivilised for a
display within those walls,
The complicity of the museum,
A home for the stolen and genuine,
A home for the raided and the indigenous,
A home for the ill-gotten and the ingenious,
Bloodied walls with artefacts
kept for history's tenacity,
Kept for the untold truth.
April 7, 2022.
Technology save us
Technology take us back
To the uncivilised black world
Where we shone so dark bright
In our melanins delight
With none labeling us savage.
Technology save us
Technology take us back
Teleport us back in time
Where we confide to spirits
In curves inhabit our hope
Ancestors respite.
Technology save us
Technology take us back
Our land was alienated
In malicious conivance
With white skinned folks
Undermining our dark skins.
Technology save us
Technology take us back
Not in captured memories
But in person and in deeds
For the black curse we are
Is your fruits, you technology.
(should Brexit be cancelled)
(this is the reality, part 2 of 2)
They believe we will be quiet
overlooking injustice,
but hate lit fire will spread in riot,
for this they have pushed us.
they envision us prosper in peace,
with growth and all fine,
but have hate remain not ease,
their enemy of mine.
they made a mockery of democracy,
expect us play by its rules,
we will choose and embrace anarchy,
won’t recognise what rules.
narcissists blank out true reality,
Remainers have shown they do the same
Remainers and all too my enemy,
this country never be the same,
You must understand,
we do this for a reason,
they didn’t accept defeat,
so now we show them beaten,
Uncivilised rejections of a vote,
uncivilised hatred they grow,
grow and grow will never go,
goodbye Great Britain cheerio.
It is a sickening time for most of us...
When the internet exposes the worst in us..
Without a doubt many of us recoil in horror...
When a video clip shows us images of mass murder...
When the cold blooded fanaticism that is IS..
Is brutally exposed in video clips of merciless butchery..
Such merciless killings to propagate an ideology...
Is an aberration of decent human behaviour never before in history...
Coldblooded killings and loathsome butcherings of fellowmen..
What has our society become, why are there such men...
Human beings are creatures with souls unlike animals in the wild...
The senseless waste of another's life is but a wanton crime...
How can there be among the civilised man such uncivilised means...
To empower some misguided people to propagate violence and hate...
To execute horrors unimaginable and incomprehensible...
Merely to command fear and obedience, even dominance...
she claims to have sired me
but for me I never desired
she found me native
yet still creative
she called me black as my land
but still held my hand
her ways were white
I wondered if she had the light
my fertile lands were taken
I was left barren
she also had a gun
that made all of us run
our mouths were shut
only torture we could attract
my values
my language
my food
my lifestyle
so sad to have lost
I even lost touch with my Higher Man
because her God, I was forced to call
I had to shave my afro trademark
to appear in her records
uncivilised civilian
she calls me!
my history is burning
and my blood is crying.
I want to be who I am
and what I am
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