Aboriginal Man

By Luke H.

 

The love we have is deep inside

the feeling of peace has been pushed

aside.

Deep inside an aboriginal man living in a

raped tortured land.

An ancient soul, a cosmic flow, the cosmic

known since long ago.

Disconnected from ego we stand our ground

we connect to the love that’s all around.

The feeling of one like the bird and the tree

the stars and the planets the rivers and the sea.

Comfort we find in the grass we lay

the forests and the rivers where our children play.

Our spiritual instinct sets us free

Corporate monkeys is what they want us to be

pushed to conform by a hateful government.

Society’s way wasn’t built for the love of it.

Tainted souls control our lives, fuelled by greed

along with a false smile.

If only they accepted the way we live

to live with the land to dance and sing,

torn from our culture torn from our lingo

distant from our nature, blocked from cosmic flow.