The great Australian dream
We don’t know our own history! We are not taught in school what really happened on the shores of Australia. Instead, blissfully unaware, we learn about the gold rush, captain cook and white history.
The great Australian dream
1901 at federation white ghosts came on our land.
They raped, displaced and took our men.
They took our kids to mission camps and molested, and scrubbed them white. They beat, they raped and took there language and told them they were white. Arsenic for breaky, lunch and tea!
Oh yes the great Australian dream.
The missing link to evolution, they said we came from apes. Sub human to the rest of the white world, oh yes the great Australian dream.
Not classed as people until it was too late. Shamed for trauma and pain.
Fenced yards and solid huts what are they doing to our land! In chains they bound us, shot us in the creek and hung us in trees.
oh yes the great Australian dream.
2020,oh what a year, parliament again said no to us! No flag will be hung in there!
Oh Yes the great Australian dream!
Entrenched in white supremacy a country formed on stolen dreams.
The great Australian dream,
It was and always will be!
About the Creator
Muma JoJo
Poems from a deranged, sleep deprived muma. Trying to make sense of a world that seems to be falling through my fingers.
(Expressing thoughts in moments of dispair, it’s not always roses)
P.S I’m loving being a mum, I’m completely ok!
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
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