Holocaust Island Read Free

there’s a new breed of martyr
    who in bloody battle fell
    Maori Tony, Robert and Charlie
    John Pat and young Ricky as well.

    11 Noongah—south western Aboriginal Back

    12 Yagan—Aboriginal freedom fighter Back

Darryl
    Though the town’s forgotten
    I remember well
    a skinny half-caste kid
    hanging in a cell
    Your body was caught
    in the pain of life
    and the agonised throes
    of violent strife
    We were all stunned
    with terror and fear
    those of us left who loved you so dear
    There will never ever
    be time to forget
    your agonised face
    and that leather boot lace
    They cut your shell down
    gave it respect
    more than they gave you in life
    when proudly erect
    But you were a child
    a product of time
    a little bit lost a little bit wild
    loving and gentle, slightly uncouth
    They refused you the right
    to outgrow your youth
    But I remember you Darryl
    your humour your smile
    the good times we shared
    for a space and a while
    and sometimes when I’m down
    and alone in the night
    I wonder what would have been
    had they treated you right
    If you were alive
    you would be thirty today
    maybe contentedly watching
    your children at play.

Genocide
    Two hundred years
    of white occupation
    Two hundred years
    of BLACK desolation
    Two hundred years
    on the Europeans’ menues
    A million bloody tears
    still the genocide continues.

    They got rid of us
    down in Tasmania
    Now they’re trying in
    the rest of Australia
    Why we plead
    we are a race of so few
    Are we beasts to cull
    or are we human too

    They cry for the BLACKS
    deep in SOUTH AFRICA
    They cry for the oppressed
    in the jungles of NICARAGUA
    Why don’t they cry
    for us in this HELL
    instead of chaining lynching
    in cold prison cells?

Prison spirit
    Gazed into holes
    a brim full of souls
    that had dried black
    stretched on a rack.

    Wallowing in pain
    one suddenly grinned
    and everything thinned
    as he became sane.

    Kick me he said
    I am not dead
    I can still cope
    there will always be hope
    while my mind
    has its freedom.

    I am no beast
    I know at least
    I have a free mind
    that’s the best kind
    that’s me—
    I am free.

Holocaust Island

Doomed prophecy
    Tall warrior standing erect
    Proud chin held high
    A manner to defy
    Scarred chest fully expanded
    Back, straight and strong
    Gazing out to sea
    At a shape that was alien
    To an ancient memory
    Says down to his yorga 13
    Standing sheltered in his shadow
    â€œI feel a change, Kirra,
    Is about to come”
    But he smiled
    For he knew
    They had eternity on their side

    13 yorgo—Aboriginal woman Back

Re-enactment
    They sailed around the world
    In sailing ships of old
    They sailed around the world
    Cruel, unrelenting, bold
    They came a second time
    These men with golden locks
    They carne a second time
    Bringing alcohol and pox
    But this time they didn’t kill
    with muskets or with swords
    This time they didn’t kill
    In the name of Holy Lords
    Because the world was watching
    This re-enactment fleet
    Because the world was watching
    They trod with careful feet
    They prefer to keep it secret
    When they murder and they burn
    But now the party’s over
    The killing will return
    But now the party’s over
    for the dead our mothers yearn

W.A.S.P.
S.W.A.T.*
    [* White Anglo/Saxon Protestants Special Weapons And Tactics]
    Barnstorming striking troopers
    with naked violent hearts
    kicking down our front doors
    tearing us apart
    Threatening all our people
    with, fully loaded guns
    blowing out the fragile brains
    of our defenceless sons

    And still they expect us
    to have and show respect
    while they act like klansmen
    a new elitist sect
    treating us as vermin
    who need eradication
    That seems to be the reason
    they want confrontation
    We too demand the basic rights
    of people in this land
    But they never seem to give
    but order and demand
    that we play the justice game
    then they make the rules
    and if we speak up and protest
    we’re looked upon as fools
    All we want is