From many parts of their Country the black tribes have long gone
But many stories of their existence today living on
Their's is an old culture so very old in time
And has become the inspiration of the writers of song, story and rhyme
On warm Summer evenings by the rivers in the shade of the trees
To the didgeridoos they enjoyed their corroborees
But on the arrival of Europeans on the southern shore
Something beautiful it was lost forever more
They are the fringe dwellers of the Australia of today
And on the governing of their Country do not have a say
Their lot is the lot of Indigenous people Worldwide
On how they should live the descendants of the invaders decide
But at least one great honour they do retain
As Australia's first people they will remain.
Sunday, March 1, 2020
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