The Constitutional Rose
A poem by Zelda Quakawoot, Mackay, QLD
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The Constitution is planting roots in the ground, Shaping the weather for political realms Millenniums have changed the keys to the gate First Nation Australians now have to negate, The Long Walk Home or the Freedom Ride At one stage in Our Lifetimes we ran just to hide A Death in Custody or, Taking Them Away Locked behind bars or in a mission to pray; Thousands were Traditional, and genuine to Lore Customs and ceremony was stronger before Thousands were born with a caramel shine Babies from arms, when being black was a crime Thousands danced steps to the songs of sorrow In blessings of the spirits they sing today and tomorrow Stand tall for our freedom our fight to survive 40 000 years is a “Legacy of Life”; The law I suppose The Constitutional Rose With sharp pointy thorns Through which history has grown Each leaf that is seen With its dull shades of green Held strong to the stem By Fabricating men It’s a law that’s in writing; a sanction out of date For 217 years First Nations await, The turn of this Justice that has cut us in two Because lives became broken when we first met you…
Zelda explains: "The word 'fabricating' needs a capital letter as it is used as a noun to label the action of white Australians to make up stuff in order to gain our land."
Thank you Zelda for sending me your poem!