Where Are We Going Comments
They came in to the little town
A semi-naked band subdued and silent
All that remained of their tribe.
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You should be careful speaking rudely about the 70000 year old inhabitants of this land. They are the oldest people on the planet! Read into it! You're frightened by their deep power and authority! That's why you hate!
A poem filled with indignation to colonialism. Brilliantly penned.
are the quiet daybreak paling the dark lagoon. We are the shadow-ghosts creeping back as the camp fires burn low. We are nature and the past, all the old ways Gone now and scattered. The scrubs are gone, the hunting and the laughter... nice theme. Beautiful poem shared.
We are the wonder tales of dream time We are the nature and past We are going.. Excellent
And I say…. ‘No don't go' stay and inhabit. White msn is heat for your teachings they just don't know it …. tell them … they are under you direction first nations…
My class said that these poem does not fit where are we going because he flogged me today so i showed him my phone he said sorry and gave me the sum of ₦3000 and he said he like me
A heartbreaking poem upon vanishing old ways of life. Tide of times are as such against which our wish to hold on to something that is so dear to us is crushed so mercilessly. In our own life time we are seeing that too.
A sad indictment of colonialism and it effects upon the Natives Their lives altered irrevocable and system that worked within the ecology and biology of the country trampled in the dust by the so called civilised whites Great piece Dream time indeed The Aussies should hang their heads in shame as it is still going on.
The scrubs are gone, the hunting and the laughter. The eagle is gone, the emu and the kangaroo are gone from this place. The bora ring is gone. The corroboree is gone. And we are going- - How prophetic! A very good poem!
The woos of the sons of the soil awarded by the tress passers and usurpers brilliantly depicted. Congrats on the modern POD.Thanks for sharing.
This is beautiful writing. Remembering past and welcoming the new is game of the time.Liked it.
Haunting reminder that the pages of history do not simply coexist; one confronts the next, crowding, suppressing, submerging, and - yes - eventually replacing. Beautiful work.
Your poem, a very moving elegy on the fate of your peoples does not say more than it has to say, for you do not look for historical excuses to embellish deeply felt feelings to justify your plight. Your first and last lines establish the link of your ancestors and their lost or pilfered traditions and sacred soil to the present heritage with the settlers blood tussling in your veins: they and now we. You have said it all in as simple a way as it takes to say goodbye, but few can forget the look in your eyes as they part watching desecration of your holy grounds and hence the shadows that flit and shorten around the dying embers. Thank you for reminding us all of our lack of concern for those who disappear into the night - forsaken and forgotten! T. Wignesan P.S. I'll translate it into some language I know, however.
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7/25/2025 8:12:40 PM # 1.0.0
Dear racist 12 year olds, please keep in mind these people had to compete with Megalania, a double-size Komodo dragon as big as a van with stone age technology. I would like to see you 'Abo Haters' try to stab a hippo-sized, venomous goanna of doom to death with a rock and stick.