I want you to imagine that you're a child again, small and black Frightened, bewildered and alone Because yesterday an alien race to your childhood dreamtime place Took you from the only life you've ever known And your ears still ring to the sound of your mother's cries As they tore you from her helpless arms And your scared and angry father shouting why, why, why Imagine that – if you can It's the shame – shame – of a nation And it's time – time – for reconciliation I want you to imagine this – the mission's school with alien fists Is clothed by the Christian's velvet glove Where they preach about sin and teach you shame Steal your past and change your name And all they claim in the name of their God's love So, when they tell you you're an orphan you believe it to be true For they're the ones with the bibles in their hands And the last small hope dies deep inside of you Imagine that – if you can It's the shame – shame – of a nation And it's time – time – for reconciliation Imagine people so advanced in their pride and arrogance No culture has value but their own And only they, the just and strong Can judge what's right and right what's wrong What truth shines on them and them alone So, when the light of their truth falls on you one day And all that you are is judged and damned When for their own good they take your children away Imagine that – if you can It's the shame – shame – of a nation And it's time – long past time – for reconciliation