moondagatta, moondagatta
why do all these people say?
moondagatta, moondagatta
where do all my people lay?

they’re excavating our cemeteries
they’re corrupting our ceremonies
why did all these people stay?
why did all these people stay?

the old black lore man
is now the poorest man
this cannot be the way
hope he makes it through the day

they’re still stealing our babies
a whole new stolen generation
why do all these people prey
it’s getting worse everyday

when we united
they got frightened
they stuck in alcohol
left a mighty big hole

divide and conquer
divide and conquer
native title was their plan
why can’t we understand

revolution is our only solution
Mabo won a battle in the ocean
need the strength to acquire now
need the dreaming to guide us how

© Leroy Wilson

About Stayne

Welcome to my page and thank you so much for stopping by. I feel honoured to share some of your precious time. These are just a collection of thoughts that have popped into my head and I have managed to store here. I am hoping that one day I will find the time and inspiration to return to these thoughts to edit and craft poems out of them...ah maybe one day.
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