04-24-2016, 06:50 AM
Raiders, invaders, you ran your sheep
and cattle across our sacred land,
built sheds upon our bora grounds
and kept us from our past.
Wiradjuri we, born free
to die as you please. You
spread your disease, you rape
and you maim, you plunder
and poison and pass us the blame.
Windradyne raised his spears and his men
took war into your new white homes;
you couldn't find us, you who are blind,
you killed our women and children instead.
You made a sport of Wiradjuri murder,
baited our hungry, slaughtered our young,
buried it all in a mountain of lies.
Cudgegong cries
as Wiradjuri die
and Windradyne yields
so the ploughing of fields
may continue til all
the corpses have gone
and we are all corpses
in the end
and cattle across our sacred land,
built sheds upon our bora grounds
and kept us from our past.
Wiradjuri we, born free
to die as you please. You
spread your disease, you rape
and you maim, you plunder
and poison and pass us the blame.
Windradyne raised his spears and his men
took war into your new white homes;
you couldn't find us, you who are blind,
you killed our women and children instead.
You made a sport of Wiradjuri murder,
baited our hungry, slaughtered our young,
buried it all in a mountain of lies.
Cudgegong cries
as Wiradjuri die
and Windradyne yields
so the ploughing of fields
may continue til all
the corpses have gone
and we are all corpses
in the end
It could be worse