“How sorry are we?
How sorry can we be? ”
We’ve stolen what is not ours
Yet we weren’t sorry for all the lies
We’ve ignored their cries and
bestowed their wives to men who had no mind’s
We cared no less what they sensed
Only the gladness that made us this.
“How sorry are we?
How sorry can we be? ”
Had we stopped once and thought
What is it that we are being taught?
How cruel we have must been
To think of wiping out the blood of the native?
We should have thought of the mother's
Who would have dropped their souls like feathers
For every child that was taken
For every heart that was broken
“How sorry are we?
How sorry can we be? ”
This is dedicated to the Aboriginal’s of Australia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem