THE FIRST IS THE LAST
We are the first born of this land
But we are cursed
We are the tail of everything
Our land was robbed
Our blood was tainted
Our children were stolen
Our identity was denied
We bury generations of grief
Into drunken days and nights
Our refuge is the dreaming
Under the watch of our sky father
The only place we are the first
And his favourite
Writer’s notes: This poem is about the Australian First Nation Peoples (the Aboriginal Australians) who continue to suffer from the oppressed and persecuted past.
Flicker of Thoughts 