Sixty thousands years
\nHistoricity
\nAn undeniable epoch
\nWhich fundamentally
\nTook in so much dreamtime
\nAbsolute were we
\nGrounded in our country
\nWhere we shall always be<\/p>\n
We came into our being
\nWe saw the light of day
\nUndying and immortal
\nThe spirit was our way
\nSolidity so tangible
\nA phenomenal journey we
\nBecame the very backbone
\nOf our actual constancy<\/p>\n
We all lived as one family
\nOur knowledge was our own
\nOur universe external
\nIts where we had grown
\nBathing in the sunlight
\nSwimming in the sea
\nInstilled in the forests
\nWe fortuitously<\/p>\n
Shared our mass connectedness
\nOur kinship was our base
\nEach has the identity
\nThe tautology of grace
\nThe oldest longest culture
\nThriving as we do
\nA journey to the stars and back
\nAnd down the ages too<\/p>\n
Each parable was honest
\nIntricate and sure
\nStanding Naked in the sun
\nOn rich red earth we bore
\nOur true ancestral image
\nSocieties all here
\nCreativeness was honourable
\nAn archetypal fear<\/p>\n
The cave the art the knowledge
\nPainted long ago
\nHoping to communicate
\nTo join the age old flow
\nKangaroos and serpents
\nAnd chipmonks of a size
\nDiprotodons amassing
\nIn their minds and in their eyes<\/p>\n
Unparalleled unequalled
\nLife spent on the land
\nIn touch with ancestors
\nSpirited and grand
\nUnderstanding nature
\nKnowing how to be
\nCommanding of authority
\nAnd walk alone and free<\/p>\n
A simpleness unblemished
\nSymbiosis where
\nCohesion and tenacity
\nOur union did share
\nA wholeness an integrity
\nInseperable were we
\nEverything was harmony
\nAnd totality<\/p>\n
Infinity was boundless
\nTimelessness was too
\nThe primitiveness of being
\nWas always wholly true
\nPowers of thought and reasoning
\nConsciousness we knew
\nOur deliberations
\nWere speculative all through<\/p>\n
Everything revolved around the family
\nConviction and persuasion was our guide
\nLikemindedness among us
\nBrought a mutual understanding
\nCulture in its visual arts we hide
\nProficiency and mastery so evident
\nStories an art language to us all
\nAn insight of ancestors and lifes patterns
\nA wisdom that was truthfully on call<\/p>\n
Our rights to own the actual
\nLand we walked on
\nTaken from us threatening our soul
\nOur children also stolen from our clutches
\nPut into your boarding schools
\nYou stole
\nOur babies split our families
\nA generation lost
\nEmpty words the bunkum and baloney
\nFatuous and incoherent
\nAnd the cost<\/p>\n
Uncertainty adversity and misery
\nFor all
\nThe angst we felt as parents
\nIt really did appal
\nThe disruption and the hurtfulness
\nThe bitterness the pain
\nThe missionaries of conscience
\nAnd some were insane<\/p>\n
Mangled minds and tainted spirits
\nLamentable and lame
\nOur innocent babies given to these monsters
\nWithout blame
\nMalignant and unhealthy
\nViolated so
\nAngels of the outback
\nMatreated as they did grow<\/p>\n
How we have suffered immeasurably
\nBy the white mans tongue
\nStolen lands polluted lakes
\nUranium now hung
\nUp on drugs and alcohol
\nThe burdonsome the grave
\nDamned we were for our innocence
\nWith nobody to save<\/p>\n
The incredible biodiversity
\nOf our land at Kakadu
\nThe wilderness of wonderment
\nWhere every dream came true
\nWildness our perfection
\nYour malignancy of spite
\nYou stole our souls you bastards
\nEverything was far fron right<\/p>\n
About your treatment of us
\nWhich is still now today
\nWe are the imposition
\nThe burden of your day
\nWe have adapability
\nAnd wordly wisdom too
\nThe outback our breadbasket
\nPliant and so true<\/p>\n
Respect is sadly lacking
\nOur exclusion shouldnt be
\nIn the wilderness we are unequalled
\nAs you should now agree
\nNothing really phases us
\nOur susceptibility
\nTo unfairness and obtuseness
\nAnd inscrutability<\/p>\n
Our bodies have fire of the sun
\nAnd darkness of the night
\nWe have suffered through the ages
\nThe anguish and the blight
\nSo much exasperation
\nAs we witness darkly showers
\nWatching the landscape suffer
\nAnd hours and hours and hours
\nOf the great Roos
\nTaken hostage
\nAnd murdered in the light
\nThe ludicrousness of their killings
\nHow can that be right<\/p>\n
They have all lived at our shoulder
\nFor thousands of long years
\nLong before you white folk came
\nLong before the tears
\nWetted our old mothers faces
\nWith your craven hearted lies
\nYour rashness and indifference
\nAnd the bluster you devise<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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