Keeper of the land

Why can I not die?
I’m only aboriginal
And the white fella has a problem with me
How sad
I am the keeper
Of the wide brown land
He is the keeper of the concrete jungle
Come to me
Live with me
Save the land with your white man knowledge
I doubt it
Why can I not die?
My land needs me
My land feeds me
My land loves me
My land owns me
I am the dreamtime agent
You are the trespasser

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