Words by Stoic Facade
Lottie Van Wijck
All their speeches start the same way, with an acknowledgement of the traditional custodians of the land in which we are meeting day
And yet these same individuals continue to discrete their land and spit on their graves
Listen,
This ambition, this past, this present is twisted
Their life, their struggle, their journey is unassisted
We hold out our hands grasping for a connection
Yet, were stunned about the wall they have, you know
the one we erected
And we begin to turn the page into a new chapter
But we are unaware of the blood and gore left behind by our dream time extractor
And continue perpetuate our cultural significance
Building an Australian identity filled with immigrants
All while the indigenous
Is pushed further and further away from relevance.
Australia is a land filled with foreign Races
Yet, Those across shores try to picture Australian faces
Eyes Blue, Hair Blonde
Nose small, brains gone
Our national legacy celebrates the bloodshed
Limbs separated; mothers castrated we’re losing to much blood to function
And we try to make amends by trading amenities for forgiveness, like an unholy transaction
We have been waiting since 2006 to close the gap that aint legislated action
That’s an overdue reaction
To decades of suppression filled with sinister condemnation
Bringing them western promise and the same Black and white Western presentation
And yet we pride ourselves on our multicultural etiquette
But behind the curtain Australia Day is part of the country’s imperial skeleton.
