For The Stolen Generations

By decree we stole their birthright. Little heathens in our christian eyes. We had to make them white, from the inside. So we plucked them from their mothers' arms and farmed them off to christian homes, and fearsome christian institutions. Negating sixty thousand years of nurturing with the stroke of a pen, our benevolence profoundly misplaced, we dressed the girls like mammy dolls, the boys in sailor suits. We taught them of a Jesus Christ, and wondered why they couldn't understand. Forgive us our trespasses and our christian pride. We-were-wrong! Money can't compensate and words sound shallow. In reconciliation I offer my hand.