Our bones
We are now seen as humans; yet one wants another slain. How can we move forward, if we cannot acknowledge pain, how do we know truth without the signature of this governments proof? Elders past and present are clinging onto hope, that someday we will be better, under your great Australian oath. The war we fought stands the test of time and the war we fight goes on, many of our mob are losing, as our bodies become undone. We are blamed for being honest, for being too outspoken, Mr. man do not tell us! On your words you are chokin’.
