Born and enduring the spirits of old
\nWell grounded and physical
\nSolidly sold
\nLook into faces
\nAnd what can you see
\nThousands of years
\nAnd how it could be<\/p>\n
We live on the land
\nWith its dust in our soul
\nWe have learned a great deal
\nWe each know our role
\nWe hunt and we gather
\nWe strive to be true
\nWe respect all of nature
\nAnd gain respect too<\/p>\n
Before the white brain
\nCrept over our land
\nWe lived with the storms
\nWe do understand
\nThe ways of the spirits
\nThe long years of pain
\nOf learning our craft
\nAnd of seeing again<\/p>\n
To learn and to share
\nThe land of our birth
\nWith the animal friends
\nThat know of our worth
\nEach tribe holds an animal sacred
\nLament
\nA totemic spirit the ancestors went
\nTo great strides to tell us
\nTheir needs and their ways
\nEach has its place
\nAnd soulfully plays
\nIts part in what is our devotional
\nThought
\nWhich is why we wont eat them
\nAnd why we have fought<\/p>\n
We learn of their character
\nSharing their dreams
\nIts right and attested
\nConsciousness streams
\nAre everywhere nowadays
\nAll over this land
\nWe subsist and endure
\nAnd ofcourse understand<\/p>\n
The knowledge and ways
\nOf the first born
\nWe see
\nOn the rocks in the caves
\nWhere these spirits be
\nAcknowledging animals
\nFrom long ago
\nLike the Red Kangaroo
\nThe great leaping glow<\/p>\n
The light in the darkness
\nWhose shadows we see
\nWe learn from their stamina
\nHow we can be
\nLoving and kindly to all of our kin
\nAnd of course and essentialness
\nThat did begin<\/p>\n
With the great march of time
\nAnd the red earth in view
\nThe lifesblood we tasted
\nIts Content so true
\nThe fruits of the forests
\nThe souls of the sea
\nThe termites hard labour
\nIn the eucalypt tree<\/p>\n
We have had to endure
\nWhen the prejudice came
\nWe were tossed by the wayside
\nAnd we got the blame
\nOur children were taken
\nTo boarding schools where
\nThey were exploited
\nAnd left to despair<\/p>\n
The road was a long one
\nThe millions of years
\nGave us an edge
\nBut heightened the fears
\nRespecting ancestors
\nWith cultural highs
\nBrought us to now
\nBut still all the lies<\/p>\n
Dragged us through levels
\nBeyond our dreamtime
\nThe solace of feeling
\nThat inevitable climb
\nOut of the darkness
\nTo where we are now
\nVery much on our own
\nReally wondering how<\/p>\n
We ever can feel part
\nOf the white brain
\nWhose cogs churn against us
\nAnd leave us in vain
\nTo struggle with weaknesses
\nBrought to our doors
\nIn their jails many languish
\nAnd we are the cause<\/p>\n
Feeling hard done by
\nFor the outback was where
\nWe nomads were living
\nIn hot dusty air
\nHow you stole our lands
\nAnd made it clear
\nYou didnt want us living around here<\/p>\n
We could work building roads
\nFor a measly sum
\nOur skin parched and burned
\nBy the heat of the sun
\nOur music was great
\nOur crafts were great too
\nJust as long as we all stayed
\nAs far from you<\/p>\n
So we feel the agony
\nAnd we feel the pain
\nOur totem animals
\nAgain and again
\nShot in the spotlight
\nAnd left in the dust
\nDisrespecting the earth
\nWith the white brain disgust<\/p>\n
And now the uranium mining
\nIt comes
\nTo stifle our souls
\nOur land it just numbs
\nOur age old resistence
\nAnd the love that was deep
\nThat rapidly eats into
\nUs whilst we sleep<\/p>\n
We dance with tradition
\nWith kaolin white
\nWith our didgereedoos
\nWe lighten each night
\nWe appeal to the spirits
\nAnd honour them we
\nFeel that growing resentment
\nThat many now see<\/p>\n
Cities grow bigger
\nThe outback becomes
\nDesert the wilderness
\nJust about sums
\nUp all our futures
\nTearing down trees
\nThe decline of our landscapes
\nAnd so many bees<\/p>\n
So many cattle
\nSo many sheep
\nRanchers come calling
\nThe land mass can weep
\nMining for coal
\nAnd the fracking as well
\nSees our precious countryside
\nBecoming a hell<\/p>\n
The koala are dying
\nThe kangaroo’s too
\nChased down and shot
\nFor pet food its true
\nOur beloved bush angels
\nWho live side by side
\nAre so disrespected their
\nPlaces denied<\/p>\n
They call us the indigenous
\nThey cast us down
\nWe live in our places
\nMostly out of town
\nThey cannot apparently
\nUnderstand why
\nWe live as we have always lived
\nUnder the sky<\/p>\n
We are the abandoned ones
\nLost to our thought
\nWe have been here for aeons
\nIn light realms were caught
\nWe have acted as guardians
\nProtecting you all
\nFrom the rigours of nature
\nAnd infact do stand tall<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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