My stolen world

So long we waited and
fated,bound and frustrated,till
slavery hate be hated,till hard
labour eroded,and wall chains
be off casted,our light shall
guide us,no army shall deny
us,Amen,all doors be opened
that long a century were
closed...
Parent be crying about their
children's encampment,skys be
showing it's
lightnings,heavens be sending
it's thunders,earth be
screaming in pains,trees be
waving in shame,mother's be
crying rains,for the loss of it's
offsprings,but as minors their
voice aren't heard....
2years+ i was when taken
away,billions of minutes
passed still awaiting my fateful
day,brother still only was
crawling,with no maternal
instincts we arrived wogana,i
felt like a burdened
koala,screaming,rumbling and
grumbling,i looked invisibly in
my new home,i saw nothing
but shimmering haze,and a
shivering long cold,
a very sad consequence and a
hard cross to bear,no apology
can ever wipe of my unwiped
tears,i can't imagine been
taken away,not wishing for my
returning days,so many
thoughts of who,what,why
and ever,my thoughts bears
barren answers,i was just
stolen and taken forever,i had
unheard cries and undreamt
nightmares,
running mad and worriedly
nervous,condensed tears
always in her rainy eyes,her life
have been shattered,and heart
weakly inundated,the thoughts
of her children hindered
sights,her sun faded bright,
untrue tales of my mothers
death,i bittered silently on
own,on my fateful age of 14,o
mother,o mother,i scream..,we
wept tears of sweet affection,i
saw the pains written in her
eyes,she faked her smiles but
her emotions were hidden
beneath,
many lonesome nights of
unrest,agonising lesions can't
replace the scars on me,never
ending repeated horrors fell on
me,i tasted wraths of
inhumane parents,i picture all
sort of saddened
maltreatment,the pains
increased in days,how do i stay
or play safe?,when the game of
life is a circle that doesn't
change,i feared never to feel
them in my in-lodged heart,
once again sadness filled my
eyes,hot tears rolled down my
chin,i quietly hummed to
myself another song of
freedom,my so called home
occupied pedophiles,my pride
was forcefully take at 12,i had
unheard shouts and screams,i
felt like peace with no hope,my
blood drips with loud
drops,but no soul shall ever
believe,
i never knew how my world
was made,neither do my
neighbours,receiving bully i
huddle with others for fear but
we all cried a song of hope,i
was abused
mentaphysically,but still i hustle
and bristle,and built my heart
upon courage,
oh,you had a better life,i met
my unknown sister,with
mother doing the intro,in my
thoughts she had a bettered
childhood,i thought her sky
were full of stars,but i never
knew she had none,
with sad frustrations and
drunkiness,of all the barren
years of loneliness,she rested
at 42,severally i wept
uncontrollably,i saw her life lie
half forgotten by the ones she
once knew,i bemoaned our
tragedy of parting ways,i
stared into her captured smile
but felt her absence crawling
through my veins,i felt her
beyond her grave as my soul
bound the memories we onced
had,my heart walked on life's
lonely aisle but shortly the
earth covered her smile made
from sunshine,
i am strong as a steel,wrapped
with a wrought silver,i may
have tasted ill labours,but in all
my grief i harbour,once upon a
time i used to have a deepen
scar,but it is gone for heal,i sit
here today talking to the
moon,i am free and proud to
be aboriginal,sticks and stones
may break my bones,but my
words shall travel on through
generations yet unborn...