AYERS ROCK / ULURU Poem by Ali Eckermann
AYERS ROCK / ULURU
old Mr Uluru
a proud man
the day the Rock
was handed back
sits waiting
old Mr Walkabout
a proud man
at the twenty-fifth
anniversary of the
hand back
sits waiting
in the Red Rock tavern
the old men sit
waiting
yous wanna beer
the barman yells
he comes over
whatcha waiting for
the old men stare out
over their Country
waiting
waiting
for recognition
as Traditional Owners
more than just
a few days
in their life time.
ONE: I have been to Ayers Rock AKA Uluru, and I can tell you, this is exactly what this loved place is missing, that old man's waiting for recognition. This great piece of earth does belong to the true and original inhabitants in Down Under and not to those intruders who call themselves as the owners of this immense Land.
I am not taken with the concept of traditional ownners of part of the Earth. As humans we are ephemeral and really own nothing. Ownership of land or traditional rights is a concept coming out of our minds. The poem itself is not of high quality. I would have liked to see the magnificence of Uluru in poetic form.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/7/2024 11:45:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
TWO: Give this Land back to the original owners, those who were born here since Time did exist. Excellent poem, Ali. Only stupid poets will tell you some other tales. A 10 and much more for the Vote.