Scrawny skinny black boys,
Taken far away,
Never had a family,
Never get to play.
Play that would prepare 'em,
Teach 'em all the lore,
Scrawny skinny black boys,
Mistreated by the score.
Scrawny skinny black boys
Running from the lash.
Nasty vicious white man,
Finds pleasure just to bash
Cruelty, ridicule, starvation
All part of white mans way.
Scrawny skinny black boys,
Growing weaker every day.
Scrawny skinny black boys,
Trying to survive,
Gubba doesn't seem to care.
If he be dead or live.
No treats, no clothes ,no love at all,
Just life in slavery,
Scrawny skinny black boys
Longing to be free.
Scrawny skinny black kids,
Surviving if they could,
Struggling in a system,
That tells 'em they're no good.
Working for the boss man,
Never get no pay,
Scrawny skinny black boys,
Where are you today.
April 12th 2007
Inspired by the story of the boys from the bungalow.
Old Telegraph Station
Alice Springs
Australia
What did you think
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Hear! Hear! For all to Hear!
Many stories need telling and re-telling so they are never forgotten. For those that have passed and those that may be forced to face the future.
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Many thanks for your response on this tnk. The subject is very near to my heart, being an indigenous Australian as I am. Blessings, love 'n hugs, Tricia (Please link me to your work that I may read, busy studying and having probs negotiating the site, been away far too long. *grin)
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