by Sharon Roebourne, Western Australia
I am an aboriginal
Simple and original
I like to keep tradition
I always love my fishin
I am a northwester
Where I like to fester
Under the hot sun
Where I can have fun
I like to get a tan
Whenever I can
I love the great outdoors
Someday I'll see the waterfalls
I'd like to see a croc if not
I'll stand on the top of Ayres Rock
I love the Pilbara land
Always dry and never bland
I have a little girl
She puts me in a whirl
Her name is Shae
She was born in May
So now you know about me
So young and so free
And that's the way I like to be!
by Coralie Cassady, Queensland
There is no disgrace
, So proudly show your Aboriginal face.
Once upon a time,
We Aborigines were regarded as small-time.
But positive happenings for Aborigines,
Are beginning to brilliantly shine.
Aborigines, you are doing it just fine.
We have been constantly put down,
But our Aboriginal culture still strongly abounds.
One thing's for sure, Aborigines don't do things by half.
Internationally recognized Aboriginal band,
Sing to the world, About our heritage,
misery and loss of land.
Aboriginal paintings adorn many walls.
We have picked ourselves up,
Since our two hundred years ago fall.
We are definitely making our own tracks,
We are no longer considered as 'myall blacks'.
by Oodgeroo (Kath Walker)
Look up, my people, | See plain the promise
The dawn is breaking | Dark freedom-lover!
The world is waking | Night's nearly over
To a bright new day | And though long the climb
When none defame us | New rights will greet us
No restriction tame us | New mateship meet us
Nor colour shame us | And joy complete us
Nor sneer dismay. | In our new Dream Time.
Now brood no more | To our fathers' fathers
On the years behind you | The paid, the sorrow;
The hope assigned you | To our children's children
Shall the past replace | the glad tomorrow.
When a juster justice
Grown wise and stronger
Points the bone no longer
At a darker race.
So long we waited
Bound and frustrated
Till hat e be hated
And caste deposed
Now light shall guide us
No goal denied us
And all doors open
That long were closed.
New rights will greet us
New mateship meet us
And joy complete us
In our new Dream Time.
To our fathers' fathers
The paid, the sorrow;
To our children's children
the glad tomorrow.