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Collection of The Holmes à Court Collection

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Walked and sang between earth and sky

From birth to where the spirits lie

Songlines singing the wind and rain

Her songs, blades of grass are named

To the trees and rivers they belong

Life is short but time to her is long

Political borders now cross these songs.

ILUA is slow to a man that knows

What their songs can sow and grow

Songlines are not a line in the sand

To a people that know the country they stand

Native title the law of the foreign man

Ancestry to the others  

Who took the land?

Men like Vincent Lingiari unmoved make stand

Politicians will pass grains of sand, Earth in hand

To the First peoples of they're countries left on trial and survival

Their Lore not entitled by the privileged arrival

A history of denial

A Nation upholding down and under.

To those that sing the rain and thunder

Communities left divided by wealth

Mining land grabbing by force and stealth

Neglectful to the lands soul and health

Hi Vis and Big Biz claiming soil for toil

Draining its rock core and precious oil

From caretakers who guard ancient flames

Sacred trust they sing the lands they gave name.

Borders do not recognise song

Borders do not define where you belong

Border do not recognise the skin you’re from

Borders do not speak mothers tongue strong

Borders have got the land they’re on wrong

Borders be gone

                        Terra Nullius never existed

 Stand with and by the resistance.

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