18th Sep 2009, by pnut, filed in Work

Wind blowing past my face,

Uluru is such a sacred place,

Gum trees swinging nearby,

Kookaburras singing and flying up high,

White people came and destroyed our place,

They punched the aboriginals because of their race,

But that’s the past and now its gone

Just like the sun disappears at dawn.

By pnut and imackeekymonkey

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