Grapie Lin


'Stolen Generation'


Stealing and
Taking Aboriginals
Oh, living like this
Living in mission schools
Enslaving the aboriginals is
Not fair

Girl and boy aboriginals weren't treated
Equally in those days
Never were respected
Every child lost their mother language
Rights for the Indigenous finally were made
And they could follow
Their dreams
If the white people weren't that mean
Only if they left the Aboriginals alone
None of this would've happened!

Submitted: Thursday, October 17, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013

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This is a acrostic poem about the 'Stolen Generation'
The Stolen Generation was a really sad event that happened for many years. Half-caste aboriginal children were taken without permission from their mothers. The government at that time wanted all half-caste children to be like the white people.

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