Poem that goes with this prose

That was then
This is now
But in between how
Became what found

For to know
Might I never be too slow
In connecting with ancestral dreaming
The story unbroken to follow

Between then our land
Held by black nomads grand
And now upon white money
Borrowing upon tomorrow not funny

When one day our will
Recognised strong still
Will return this land’s real
Promise of yesterday’s every tomorrow

So remember this true
We are here not by what we once maybe did do
But because of our capacity
To accept daily responsibility
For life giving principals
Only the best in our immediate environment to renew