Land Back
“Goanna Dreaming” by Leslie, acrylic on canvas, available for purchase at Boom Gate Gallery
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Mob
Our land being invaded
Our women and children being taken
Rabbit-Proof Fence no escaping
Our Ancestors from Sky and Sea
Are who we thought we were inviting
Now it’s our history they are rewriting
Gifts disguised we’re being deceived
Alcohol blankets white man’s disease
Live like you instead of in harmony
With each other Flora Fauna and Mother Country
Murris put clay on their heads
Preparing for war preparing for death
Tribal warrior from long ago
Tribal warrior I stand alone
The Dreaming created me to be a nightmare
To these while Devilshare
I stand alone Pemelway this is my home I show no fear
Armed with knowledge of Country my Ancestral spirits and spear
I will show them a feverish nightmare fuelled Dreamtime warrior
For my People I am worrying
Land women and children taken from us
Culture art and stories thrown under the bus
Rainbow Prophecy a chosen few, who will your dollars feed
When poisoned is every river sea animal and tree birds and bees
Rise up like a phoenix bring our land back to us
Welcome to Country, now you’re one of us
Our land being invaded
Our women and children being taken
Rabbit-Proof Fence no escaping
Our Ancestors from Sky and Sea
Are who we thought we were inviting
Now it’s our history they are rewriting
Gifts disguised we’re being deceived
Alcohol blankets white man’s disease
Live like you instead of in harmony
With each other Flora Fauna and Mother Country
Murris put clay on their heads
Preparing for war preparing for death
Tribal warrior from long ago
Tribal warrior I stand alone
The Dreaming created me to be a nightmare
To these while Devilshare
I stand alone Pemelway this is my home I show no fear
Armed with knowledge of Country my Ancestral spirits and spear
I will show them a feverish nightmare fuelled Dreamtime warrior
For my People I am worrying
Land women and children taken from us
Culture art and stories thrown under the bus
Rainbow Prophecy a chosen few, who will your dollars feed
When poisoned is every river sea animal and tree birds and bees
Rise up like a phoenix bring our land back to us
Welcome to Country, now you’re one of us
I’m Proud to Say I’m an Aboriginal Man
By Matthew
I’m sick of doing crime, I’m sick of doing jail. It’s time to put pen to paper, and send this in the mail.
Mob
ISSUE NO. 20
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Artwork From The Torch – Issue 20
By The Torch
Two new artworks from First Nations artists.
Mob
ISSUE NO. 20
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Impact of Jail Time on Aboriginal People
By Geoff
Being in a space that does not acknowledge, respond to or understand you can be deeply challenging.
Mob
ISSUE NO. 20
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Walking on History: Sharing Culture and Country
By the Teelack Brothers
It all has a history. So just take a second to think on how old that could be and where it came from or even who or how it could have got there.
Mob