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POETRY

THE STOLEN






GENERATION











© a poem by David Keig



They took me from my mother Rule one – you just be grateful.

but I didn’t even know, You’re in white society.
I was just a few months old Rule two – you must be silent
snd she knew not where I’d go. and accept humility.’
She was a big black woman -
I don’t know about my dad, I scrubbed and scrubbed my body

It’s now I have my grandchildren ‘till I couldn’t scrub no more
that I’m starting to feel sad. the scrubbing didn’t make me white
I have blue eyes and had blonde hair just made my skin red raw.

but it’s now greying gradually. I was made to feel ashamed you see
I couldn’t say I was an Abo of being just what I am
or they’ take the brush to me. and those bastards in the priest house
were even crueller than
‘Scrub away your blackness’ those who’d broke a family

said the nuns in the Church school and split us up at birth.
‘Religion’s here to save you That’s why they should say sorry
but you must obey our rules. for all that they are worth.



David Keig



DAVID KEIG wrote poetry for a brief time in the 1960’s but is only since 2006 that he has started putting
pen to paper again. His poem ‘The Stolen Generation’ is about himself and his own life experience
where he shares with the readers the trauma of a child only a few months old, being taken away from
his Aboriginal Mother by white people.
















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