Justice (Where is it?)

I see the struggle of my people in a land so unjust

I try not to revert to racism

But there's very little you can trust

The governments make all these promises

Assuring us it will all be OK

Most of which are broken after election day

Yes words spoken and promises broken

Yet when one of my people become outspoken

We are all stereotyped as radical blacks

When we walk down the street

We're in danger of racial attack

Where in this land is there justice for me

The indigenous one the Aborigine

People tell me day by day

It's a new land now ... a different way

Time to forget the past and move on ahead

But how do I forget the dispossession the assimilation

The annihilation and the genocide

That keeps churning around in my head

Through all of this my people have survived

In society we daily strive

But well we ever really see

Justice prevail to my people and me

BY WAYNE TURNER-JOHNSON

From GLW issue 436