suggests the topic
Here is a typically Australian 'take' on the subject!
THE CURSE OF ULURU.
Imagine a pebble, one solid rock,
But enormous and gaunt and bare.
Imagine the wonderment that we feel
When we see it lying there!
In the morning sun and the evening glow
This 'pebble' shines brilliant red,
As the sky of central Australia
Burns bright blue overhead.
No wonder the tourists stand wide-eyed
At the vision that they see!
No wonder that some of them foolishly think
'I'll take a bit home with me!'
They chip off a piece and stow it away
Though they know, in their heart of hearts,
That legend forbids desecration!
And that's when the trouble starts!
For Uluru is sacred
To the tribes that live in that place
And climbing the Rock or stealing
Can bring about disgrace.
And, certainly, many tourists
Have felt the weight of the curse,
Suffering loss or illness
Or some things even worse.
And parcels are often arriving
From travellers feeling remorse
Returning the stolen pieces
To negate the powerful force.
And many's the uncanny story
Written-up in the local press,
Of tourists who've been afflicted
With pain and unappiness
All because they have flouted
The rules of this powerful place
And ignored the pleas of the Owners,
A proud and ancient race.
Who knows whether curses have power,
Who knows what is false and true,
But you're well-advised to play safe my friends
When you visit Uluru!
Another part of the Aboriginal story here: