I am a spirit tree...(you'll see no trace of me,)

after 1788~ my once gold colour changed (by hate,)

as Captain Cook sealed a fate ,

that smashed BLACK history.

I have watched for eons here, in ancient southern land ,

below the Earth's equator ~ fringed by pristine sand.

Before the white invasion I witnessed black man's 'Dreaming,'

for over 60,000 years, until 'The Whites' came streaming.

Upon this Earth ( before they came,) were many clans of black,

the Tharawal~ The Boon Wurrung~ the Kulin and Kurnai,

to many tribes for me to tell, Kooris , Aboriginals,

( custodians of I.)

I am witness to their slaughter ,

to dark flesh torn and lashed,

when waratahs of white turned red

due to the blood that splashed.

I have seen black children stolen ,

snatched from mother's breast,

all because their skin was dark,

and  racists thought it... 'best.'

I have seen small children die

 from eating poisoned bread,

given by white settlers tired of shooting lead.

I've seen near extermination of the people nature chose

to be The carers of this land, and share in all she knows.

I have seen my native carers pushed upon hot fires,

I've watched their culture disappear,

and their history told... by liars.

I've seen black toddlers soaked in bleach,

then forced to hear the white man preach.

I witnessed ancient elders spat upon and mocked ,

as well as young girls beaten as rape and terror shocked.

In past I've watched them walk in chains,

as their sacred sites were sold for gains.

I've seen iron collars on black necks,

their women bashed, ( then used for sex.)

I've seen the white man's alcohol

blind dark eyes, and kill his soul.

I have watched men fall (and their tears fall too,)

I watched until my spirit's gold turned to woeful-blue,

Now on the wind I swear to you :

Their call for justice shall NOT cease

whilst ancient spirits scream for peace.

White remorse begins,I see, 

some hearts here now feel sorry,

that word it brings gold-hues to me,

that word may forge equality,

may Reconcile eternally,

I believe this well may be,

IF the past-truth's told

and white lies cease.

 You WILL find golden wattle trees

if you visit in this land,

BUT ...their spirits... ARE BLUE ,

and this Island is too ,

and will STAY so , 'til ALL...UNDERSTAND!