Children of the Stolen Generation

Strange Spirits

Shey Marque
Generation of trust down by the stream,
Upon the cracked earth the children dream,
Golden sun in their eyes, a song in the heart,
Swiftly stolen away, women cry as they part.

The promise of fun at the teddy bear picnic,
Bright eyes believing, blind to the trick,
All aboard and down below,
Sailing to a land they do not know.

Pale fingers counting two by two,
Assess and grade the multi-hued,
Colors of the rainbow earth,
Then strip from them their native birth.

Nameless, stateless, no human rights,
Locked behind doors on starry nights,
Each number wakes to toil and task,
Sisters smile a grafted mask.

Robes of white and eyes of grey,
Strange spirits hold a cross and pray,
For gentle souls will search forever more,
Attuned to ghosts who came before.

Published by Shey Marque

Shey lives between Perth, Western Australia, and Dijon, France. She is an experienced Diagnostic and Research Medical Scientist with a PhD in Pathology. Currently finishing a Master of Arts in Writing. Wr...  View profile

  • Children of the stolen generation in Australia.
  • Aboriginal culture.
  • Black history.
In 2008 the Australian Government issued an official statement to acknowledge and offer an apology to the indigenous people affected by the British settlement on native land.

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