Unknown Territory 2006 - Poem by Native Dreamer
This was an email poem written when I passed through Northern Territory Australia on the way to meet the aboriginals its a bit rushed and raw I changed after learning from them.
Western scars on sacred sites animism cant fight its might.
Global capitalists neath the the setting sun socializing and stroking egos till the damage is done.
Man imperial everywhere why do I suddenly just stare and stare?
In the fantasy of the night the aboriginal drowns in deep delight infused by the melody of everything.
I ask myself the white sunburnt wretch ready to put itsself to the test Will you bear responsibility for what you see or like a horse with blinkers on comfort yourself with that unbearable melody.
Cant you see this is real there is no history there is no history there is no history.
Awake.Confront the aboriginal lepers face strewn outside the post office bewildered surrounded by unknown races.Flesh erased in a totem mess. Is that the law round here for gettin in the way of progress? You stole our food and expected us to skip 2000000 years of devolution and jump on your barren spiritual waistland. Scraped out vicious yearnings to capitalize our church mother earth. You stagnent loser hateful Jew, Greek and German the Irish too the Croat Cypriat Afghan camel trainer you think you can stomp on sacred ground.
Iv news for you theres work to do.
Hark Shark listen a faint voice to the west its the spirit filled evangelist.
Iv come to recognize and shape your future to tell you even in this crippled modern mess you too can practise spiritual tests but watch be guarded I will break you try to recreate you and as you munch on your shamens buffalo head neath artifical light bulbs and all modern dread your tribes ringwormed fingers stroke the beast and know for sure there will be petrol in the canister tonight.
Gday No Worries Mate, .
Its the battered bushie Cattle rager priest pleaser come to teach their ways.
One instant out bush with my aboriginal sister teaches me all I need to know
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