A Form Of Control

A form of control is all i have to say
To try to change people from their natural way
We took from them their Country take more than we give
And want to control them tell them how to live
They are right to think we do not own the land
And our way of life they do not understand
To love and understand Nature is their great claim to fame
And our treatment of them to us a sense of shame
For two centuries of occupation what do we have to show
Our rivers polluted to the great ocean flow
Of the ways of the Country's first people so little we know
Our Government stole from them their children up to two decades ago
This far Southern Country has got a black soul
But the Nation's first people we want to control.