Dreamtime Poem by Oodgeroo Noonuccal

Dreamtime



Here, at the invaders talk-talk place,
We, who are the strangers now,
Come with sorrow in our hearts.
The Bora Ring, the Corroborees,
The sacred ceremonies,
Have all gone, all gone,
Turned to dust on the land,
That once was ours.
Oh spirits from the unhappy past,
Hear us now.
We come, not to disturb your rest.
We come, to mourn your passing.
You, who paid the price,
When the invaders spilt our blood.
Your present generation comes,
Seeking strength and wisdom in your memory.
The legends tell us,
When our race dies,
So too, dies the land.
May your spirits go with us
From this place.
May the Mother of life,
Wake from her sleeping,
and lead us on to the happy life,
That once was ours.
Oh mother of life,
Oh spirits from the unhappy past,
Hear the cries of your unhappy people,
And let it be so.
Oh spirits- Let it be so.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
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Sniff a Litre of petrol, Go bakc to the dreamtime brudda

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Steve 09 August 2022

Valed pome reely injoyed wotching and listuninyg

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that guy in the corner 26 November 2020

this is one of the best oems i have heard

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Edward Kofi Louis 27 March 2017

From this place! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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