White Sky//Black Land

Culture traded for canola
Cloven hooves walk stolen land
The birthing trees have fallen
They’ll scrape the sky out if they can

I get the benefit of breathing

While someone else is choked of air

Highways lined by massacre
Red reflectors to the past
Dragged earth by chain and ball
Enshrined with concrete

I get the benefit of breathing

While someone else is choked of air

Save the language for the street signs
Steal the kids to feed the graves
Fill the lake full of lamb’s blood
Black to black in burnt remains

I get the benefit of breathing

While someone else is choked of air

White hands scraped out silence
White paper hides the scars
White faces turn from darkness
White words forget the past

I get the benefit of breathing

While someone else is choked of air