Their Stolen Souls Children, ripped away As casual as a page from a book. Callous self righteousness. While the mother's cry for their stolen souls. Torn from their lands. To be stripped of their culture. Euro-fied, made couth. "The old stories? Meaningless where your going. We know what is best for you. You are but a hapless heathen" A pagan, a non-believer. Bush and outback chattel, uncivilized, primitive. Legislated, religious, ethnic cleansing. "English! English! You will not speak that jabber here! While the mother's cry for their stolen souls, Fifty thousand, seventy, a hundred. A new caste for the farm, the laundries. A new pot of flesh to lay to waste. Another race saved from the fate of non-believer. Praise be to God. Praise be to Jesus. While the mother's cry for their stolen souls. And the father's cry, Forbidden a last embrace or goodbye. The Stolen Generation. Australia's quiet secret sin. "No worries now mate. All ancient history that is. 1930 to 70, all fixed up." Half that were taken, died. While the daughters cry for their mothers, And the son's cry, Forbidden a last embrace or goodbye. Apartheid and The Nationals White supremacists at play. Massa ruled the plantations, Dixie in its slave hey day. Wounded Knee? The Trail of Tears? Scabs of land for their inconvenience. Serbs and Muslims, Tutsi and Hutu Aryan Nazis and holocaust Jews. While the mother's cry for their stolen souls. And the father's cry, Forbidden a last embrace or goodbye. This was inspired by the CD Soundtrack, by Peter Gabriel, the book Follow the Rabbit-Proof Fence by Doris Pilkington, and the wonderful and powerful movie Rabbit-Proof Fence of 2002