My Brown-skin baby they take him away
UPDATE: the .mp3 file is gone, now. Email me if you want it (my email address can be found on my staff page, here)
Finally, a very fine (and, by me, very favoured) poem by actress, writer, teacher, artist and campaigner for Aboriginal rights, Oodgeroo Noonuccal, My People:
No more woomera, no more boomerang,
No more playabout, no more the old ways.
Children of nature we were then,
No clocks hurrying crowds to toil.
Now I am civilized and work in the white way,
Now I have dress, now I have shoes:
‘Isn’t she lucky to have a good job!’
Better when I had only a dillybag.
Better when I had nothing but happiness.
*”give” not actually defined according to the meaning of give. You can keep this on your harddrive for 30 days, then you must delete it, buy 100 copies of the album and send the RIAA a cheque for a hundred gazillion golden dubloons.