Zoë's Stolen Generation Poem

There was a time when kids were stolen
Taken by people who were foreign
They were thrown inside a car
Then driven away, who knows how far
As driven away parents were crying
Sad, depressed and felt like dying
Taken away from their homes
What lied ahead remained unknown
Nothing could be helped in a time
Of such darkness and such crime
The things the British did were bad
And the children remained sad and mad
But as the 1970’s drew near
There was a message for all to hear
Aboriginal children were no longer to be captured
and no longer to be tortured

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