Whose lands are these? I surely know.

The Nyoongar people tell me so.

I sit and watch the ocean blue

where ancestors were forced to go

by other’s ancestors, it’s true

they chained and hobbled, made a queue

of boys, young men and elders proud

took them hostage. Don’t misconstrue

the wadjela’s plans to enshroud

their brutality uncowed.

And now on this invasion day

I watch tourists to the isle crowd,

their own history disavowed,

instead their being is endowed

with memory that has disallowed

this genocide to be avowed.