Whitefella Dreaming

If you desecrate an Indian grave you get a PH.D. If you desecrate a white man's grave you end up sitting in prison. Chief Walter Echo-Hawk, Native American.

There's an elephant in a room, where any white man sits

And it's mostly blokes, although women did their bit.

It's called invasion, dispossession, genocide,

We came and took a country, yet people try and hide

That fact.

It's beyond dispute.

You can try and justify, obfuscate

Rationalise, have a debate,

But it doesn't change

The fact

That these vast tracts

Of land we call Australia

Were occupied by the oldest continuous cultures

Of people, the Earth has known.

Does it occur to us that they were doing something right?

Life can be sustainable.

And can we lay to rest the old lie

That they gave up without a fight?

They are fighting still, and I'm on their side,

Or your side, or any side that fights until

Some justice is instilled

And Gondwana's wish fulfilled

Beyond rugby and rum

'We love Aborigines, they play football well,

Their painting is colourful, and it sells.'

We took all their assets, laughed in their face,

Stole their children, what a bloody disgrace

And then, for good measure,

We shoved them to places we didn’t want.

Until judgement day, there's an elephant in the room

And if I have any say, it can't crap on us too soon.