Hear me crying
My children are dying at your white hands
My black skin fades
Ever so slowly to white
Your
Money saves not one of us

Black lives thrown to the wolves of Canberra

Our children’s eyes still weep with puss
Our noses run
Our bodies are racked with pain
Our rights are gone
Our kids are in gaols
Our women are raped
Our children feel hopeless
Our teachers despair

For

We own no land in Toorak
Yet
Gondwana land was ours for a while
About 40,000 years

Everyone is crying here
Mothers are sobbing
Our men still drink to excess
Our children are still sniffing glues and petrol

Your schools offer little hope
For blacks

Christianity has not preserved our race

Can you not hear our cry?
Can you not hear a Blackman’s voice?

To save our children
And
Give Toorak back