Acknowledging Country- a bit
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If you’re a Second Australian, I invite you to join me in wrestling with what it means to say we “acknowledge Country”
I acknowledge, or maybe concede
That we stand
On Aboriginal land
Never ceded
Which is why I gave my house back…
Well, no, I didn’t go as far as that!
I mean “Aboriginal land” in a “spiritual sense”
Not one that has any tangible application
For the property I own in this our nation
Like the way I say
“How’s it going mate?”
But don’t wait for a reply-
Why would I?
No one takes that literally.
I mean I’m not glad if you’re sad
But if you go on about it, you’ll make me feel bad
And then I’ll probably get mad,
Somewhere behind the smile.
And next time I see you, I’ll run a mile.
I mean, I’ve acknowledged that you seem blue
So just shut up about it, why don’t you?
It works for mates
And our nation too.
I mean sure,
When I acknowledged that my rent was due
I paid it
When I acknowledged that my dog was hungry
I fed it
When I acknowledged that I was getting fat
I dieted (a bit)
But when I acknowledge this is Aboriginal land…
Do I really just mean,
“Hey Uncle, come and welcome us willya?
But make it quick,
We don’t have time for you to spill ya
Guts and spin your yarns
We’ll give you two minutes
And two hundred bucks
Keep it light,
We already know it sucks.”
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