Stark loss of this land’s ethos
Is echoed in their every sigh
Who learnt to bear their Holy Cross
Who sold them their European lie!

“Bow very low to Whites always”
Was diktat of rootless vagrants
Who took away their lands and maize
Who were once kings were now mendicants!

White political pity and piety
Has at last now thought to redeem
Black servility by white vanity
For White man’s burden are Black man’s dream!

“When will we have a Black President”
No soul has any idea
Whites don’t care for Black resentment
Who Stole The Voice Of Australia!

© 2023 Vikas Chandra