Oodgeroo Noonuccal Poems

Stalking the corridors of life,
Black, frustrated minds
Scream for release
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They came in to the little town
A semi-naked band subdued and silent
All that remained of their tribe.
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My son, your troubled eyes search mine,
Puzzled and hurt by colour line.
Your black skin as soft as velvet shine;
What can I tell you, son of mine?
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Gumtree in the city street,
Hard bitumen around your feet,
Rather you should be
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Aboriginal man, you walked with pride,
And painted with joy the countryside.
Original man, your fame grew fast,
Men pointed you out as you went past.
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What if you came back now
To our new world, the city roaring
There on the old peaceful camping place
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Here, at the invaders talk-talk place,
We, who are the strangers now,
Come with sorrow in our hearts.
The Bora Ring, the Corroborees,
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My father was Noonuccal man and kept old tribal way,
His totem was the Carpet Snake, whom none must ever slay;
But mother was of Peewee clan, and loudly she expressed
The daring view that carpet snakes were nothing but a pest.
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