Elizabeth Jane Corbett

writing her way home

My Children

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Today was a great day for our nation and not because of a our history, or in response to a great sporting event. It was not about ANZAC day, either. It had nothing to do with war or fighting. Neither was it about industry achievement or economic success. It was a day for saying sorry, and it was long overdue. It was a chance to right a wrong: to set the record straight.

My husband Andrew and his singing partner Monique wrote a song about the Stolen Generation a while back. It sounds best when they sing it. But I thought I would put the words up as my own little way of paying my respects.

Their skin a little lighter, they were mine
We heard the stories, they’d be taken away
I charcoaled them black, ‘don’t wash it off’
‘Hide out the back if the truck comes’

Take my land, take my pride, take my dreaming
Crush them in your stride
Leave my children, here with me
Leave my children, here with me

We saw the dust, then heard the sound
Hats and paper forms, heavy boots and frowns
A trick, the door closed, then their screams
No ! leave my children here with me

Take my land, take my pride, take my dreaming, crush them in your stride
Leave my children, here with me
Leave my children, here with me

I am sorry

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2 Comments

  1. It was a moving, joyous event, and “My Children” pays tribute. Very moving.

  2. aiman

    Very beautiful indeed.

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