Dream into being.
Ancestors eternal, two giants fraternal,
wielding stone knives.
Upon shapeless bodies, the All-Father’s follies,
they carve human lives.
Sun Mother!
Wake unborn seeds to grow,
snakes to bleed mighty rivers
that quiver and flow.
The light on the oils, a spectrum of coils:
Rainbow Serpent.
The storm clouds empowered,
crying orphans devoured, drowned in its current.
Eaglehawk, your children slain by Crow,
split your pain!
Through the brush you stalk, draped in quills of flame.
Raven dyed in smoke, entombed birds reborn,
locked in everlasting strife.
Mourn the songs of times past.
Prisons engorged with risen savages,
the first to forge myths.
Still, thirst ravages all.
Proud First People beneath the steeple of a white god.
Whole tribes accused, children abused.
No spared rod.
Terra nullius, bearer of disease.
Slowly breath in this lowly gasoline death.
Culture broken, half-castes stolen, a mother’s shout.
The flaying of skin, eugenic sin, black bred out.
A swallowing torrent once swept the abhorrent beneath the foam.
May spirits of rain rise up once again, to shape the land we roam.
Uluru, battle of snakes,
the earth roused awake to tremble anew,
a howling mountainous birth.
Demons spawned of mud sculpt generations in their blood.