Lost in Translation
By Teela Reid
Published 4 August 2023
I’m bewildered by you
You’re bewildered by me
The difference is
not the colour we see.
The maps you draw
The landscape I see,
You created something
That should not be.
Your hierarchy ideology
My kinship of care philosophy,
Even when we speak your English
It’s a different dichotomy.
But will you ever learn -
Simplicity, stillness, silence,
Listen to mother earth
The lesson is in the yield to yearn.
We are not a myth
Despite all your tricks,
Your rule book is written
Our law is spoken,
It has never been broken.
You weaponize truth
To appease white guilt,
Your record of self-righteousness are only words said,
Yet the land remains witness to all of the dead.
And so too the good
For all that we stood,
A peoples whose love endures
In the land, sky and sea,
That is something you could never be.
For it was the stars who navigated oceans so deep
And the rivers that trace our interconnected pride.
We know the moon only shines
When the light hits the bright side.
From Yiraybagarra, sunrise
To Girrangang, sunset
May we find Gulbalanha, peace
For our Ancestors to rest.