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IT WAS US WHO



IT WAS US WHO……
  14 July 2021
  Peter Sokolowskyj

 Hickory dickory dock, bullshit around the clock
Racists herd together in that traditional flock
Secret Cuntry full of it ignorant to make amend
In denial from the truth history sets this trend
All politicians follow suite developers rule today
Rich in power control this lot who have the final say
Forgetting it was us who took their traditional land
Mining dug up sacred sites polluting what was grand
Dispossession then massacre to the extinction policy
Raped their culture stole their kids still unable to see
Prejudice and ignorance and discrimination will be
Outcasts by sedition and exclusion that’s extreme
Today still no recognition still cruel and very mean
Anzac day black diggers march out of mind out of sight
March down Redfern St. While white heroes are delight
They parade in the central city Aboriginals at the block
Hickory dickory dock sees bullshit’s around the clock
It was us who introduced the booze to them
Greed and profit that ole white magic trend
It was us who invaded and stole this land
Brought in disease and won’t understand
Bound em in cages introduced em to prison
Extinction policy we enforced death toll had risen
We never gave any of them any equal rights
Only discrimination is served curse and we bite
We never ever welcomed them as multicultural
Let em rot in desert squallas just came natural
Left em dwell out of sight on fringes or rubbish tip
Out of mind out of sight is their usual lucky dip
We boast the lucky cuntry then we hide all this
Secret cuntry full of it, its us who always seems to be
It was us who needs forgiveness we are blind to see
It was us who refuse to recognise reconciliation
When will we end discrimination in this nation?
Bugger those evil Poms; God help that queen
Say were dam sorry wipe & that slate clean
Return what was stolen and then we may recognise
Such an amazing culture that may just surprise
It was us who refuses to say sorry bound to tradition
Time to say sorry include these folks in our constitution
Hickory dickory dock, bullshit’s around the clock
Wipe out racistism amongst our flock

About this poem

Hystory repeats, Australia is no lucky cunt-ry maybe for the corrupt rich, its hell to the poor and sodem & Gamorah for the Australain Aboriginals the worst ill treated natives in the world. I was saved twice by the same aboriginal good samaritan in outback of WA. When it comes to helping people in need the Nunggars are exeptional, they dont examine pros & cons they just do what has to be done. I was dehydrated on the side of the road after drinking dirty water between Meekatharrah & Cue WA, my van was miles off road I was rolling a flat tyre for miles off the beaten road all night. First car that pulled over was three Catholic nuns from Subiaco monistary in a mercedes Benz sedan who looked me over then took off & left me to die. The second man a chinese doctor who too stopped & looked me over then drove off never told the cops I was there. He too left me for dead. An old friend George Pratt an aboriginal I knew well pulled up & carrid me to his car and drove me direct to Meekatharra Hospital. He was later tragically was beaten to death by Roburn police in custody. These aboriginal series are written to commorate them in memory & true dedication I am alive today because of that mans kindness who saved my life twice. Another time in Leonorah I was caught up in a flood travelling by motorcycle to the west, I ended up in perile. My motorcycle was well under water & I was found in a tree with a tiger snake crushed in my hands. I was flown to Royal Perth by the flying doctor service. Pat found me & assisted till help arrived. I never forget this man he visited my home in Perth & jammed with me busking he was my black brudar a fabulous amazing man stuff the Western Australian racist newspaers insults. 

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