The Aboriginal Dreamtime

Unto this king of people,
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.

Author: Paolo

analisation

the poem is saying that the  aboriganals are indestress because there land has been tacken from them. the poem macks feel sorry for the aborigqanals.this poem demenstrates the emotions of sadness sorrownessand destress.when i read this poem in my head i see thousand of upset aboriganals. if iwas an aboriganal inthat time i would fell anger ans sadness and i would fell that my life has been torn upside down . thias poem was written by a man called poalo on the 16 of july2003.this poem was written for people so people know the pain ths aboriganals went through.