On Belonging

I’m reading a book at the moment called “Aboriginal Men of High Degree” and it’s given me fresh and deeper insights into the world we overran a bit over 200 years ago.

Why have we trapped these wondrous Souls?
What are our reasons, what are our goals?
We invaded this land, their Spirits as well,
for 200 years we’ve replaced it with Hell.
The power they have is the Power of Place,
yet with every step their home we deface.
Instead we must learn they have what we’ve lost;
lost so long ago we can’t remember the cost.
The cost was our Spirit, that’s what made us strong,
what First Nations call a place to “Belong”.
All they hold sacred we’ve claimed as our own;
proof’s in the pudding – we reap what we’ve sown.
We must look behind – that shows us our yield;
what we have left in history’s green field?
The look to the present – what can we change;
what must we embrace, no matter how strange?
Lastly to the future – that world that we give
to the fruits of our labours who after us live.
Have we learned our “Belonging”, our way to be here?
Are our childrens’ futures now bright and clear?
If the answers are “Yes” then we chose the right way;
if the answer is “No” then our children will pay.
For the sins of the father are passed on I know
and the path that we take teaches them where to go.
The children can tell us if we did right or wrong
because when we are children we all simply Belong!

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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