The Aboriginal Dreamtime
Life’s not a modern rhyme,
Ancient Culture be thy real love,
Govern’d, potency, Dreamtime.Jiva or Guruwari, seed power,
Ever boding dreaming,
Thy sacredness enshrined,
A’fore the white man scheming.
Tis nobler, do not teach the teacher,
Thou canst not be Wandjina,
Assimilation, doubt thou spirits,
What says a horrible scar?
To thine Baiame thoust be true,
Hath not your mystery bonded?
An aboriginal nation,
On whitemans untimely stage, secondered.
Poem analysation
the poem is about how the white men came and took over the aboriganals land and how the aboriganals are griving because the white men took over there land .the poem affects me by makingme feel sorry for the aborigqanal it makes me fell like I am one of them there at the time when the white people took over it.the poem was writen july 16 2003.a man called poalo wrote it. I think this poem was written to make every one who read it understand why the aboriganakls where so angery at the europeans and how everything they new got sto,len from them in aninstat.
Website:http://paolospoems.com/poem-54/the-aboriginal-dreamtime/
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