Classic Poem

If you're an aborigine
Then wipe away your tears and blood
And, like a huge burning tree, light the road ahead
If you're an aborigine
Then sing out with your highland voice
In anger about your deep sufferings
Like desperate roaring waves
If you're an aborigine
Then set off the violence of your life
Like an explosive charge beneath the ground
Fiercely blowing open a pack of hypocrisy
If you're an aborigine
Then fear not the storm's tyranny
Stand tall like the mountain
Meeting all adverse blows
If you're an aborigine
Then when fate leaves you no way out
Do the only thing you can:
Fight with your back to the mountain