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justice
    we know the proper way
    to stand tall, defend ourselves
    in court and have our say
    But what white justice seems to do
    is to send out racist gangs
    Meanwhile in jails around the land
    our young they die and hang.

    And white Australia you at large
    say we have a complex
    Don’t you read the papers
    or couldn’t you care less
    This country’s first born People
    are in a trap of genocide
    Agh! you, you wouldn’t give a shit if all
    Black Australians died.

Six feet of land rights
    If we never succeed in reclaiming our country
    doomed to live life paying rent to the gentry
    It would be a good thing if after our death day
    for that six feet of earth we didn’t have to pay
    It would ease the pressure, on those of our kind
    Poor, mourning, sad people, left living behind
    It would make the last day easier to face
    if that financial burden was lifted
    from our poverty-ridden race
    Then when the reaper comes
    to switch off our lights
    our souls may rest in peace, knowing
    at last! Six feet of land rights.

Holocaust island
    Nestled in the Indian Ocean
    Like a jewel in her crown
    The worshippers of Babel come
    To relax and turn to brown
    To recuperate from woe and toil
    and leave their problems far behind
    To practice ancient rituals
    The habits of their kind

    But what they refuse to realise
    Is that in this little Isle
    are skeletons in their cupboards
    of deeds most foul and vile
    Far beneath this Island’s surface
    In many an unmarked place
    lie the remnants of forgotten ones
    Kia, 14 members of my race.

    14 kia—Yes Back

When
    (in retrospect)
    When the colour of a person’s skin
    Is as unimportant
    As the colour of his eyes
    When politicians stop
    Deceiving our people
    With the telling
    Of their white lies
    When the breed
    Sired by convicts
    Cease to worhsip
    The invader
    Captain Cook
    When they return
    To our People
    The Sacred lands
    They took
    When compensation
    Is paid in full
    For the atrocities
    Of 200 years past
    Then and only then
    Oppressors
    Will our Ancestors
    Rest in peace at last.

Home
    Where do you come from?
    a stranger once asked me
    He said he hailed from Scotland
    miles across deep blue sea
    Where is your homeland,
    he continued curious,
    and was bitter sweet departure
    sentimental but glorious?
    He said he missed Scotland
    and pined to return
    asked if for home
    my heart often yearned?
    I yearn for those Green Hills,
    he splashed with a tear
    And dying on foreign shores
    was his deepest fear
    What about you son,
    he enquired absently,
    in the warmth of your home
    would you rather be?
    Then he went silent
    and gazed into my eye
    begging me for an answer
    I started with a sigh

    I have no sweet home sir
    where I can run free
    no place to hang my hat
    you see
    I am Aborigine

Asian invasion
    They tried
    once
    to take it by force
    Like the Europeans
    did
    during history’s course
    But the Babylon
    nations
    united to repel
    and sent the
    working classes
    to battlefront hell
    but when
    it seemed
    the rising sun may succeed
    â€œAnnihilate em,
    the bastards!”
    Was the President’s decree
    So they forced
    the northerners
    down on their knees
    Saying
    â€œit was necessary
    for us to remain free”
    For violence is
    the traditional Christian way
    to wipe out violence
    so they piously say
    An eye
    for an eye
    is what the Prophet ruled
    and that
    is the law
    that has the masses fooled
    But over
    the years
    they let them off yellow knees
    for to forgive
    and forget
    is Democracy’s plea
    An now
    they’re paranoid
    watching the sun rise again
    Realising
    to forgive and forget
    they must have been insane
    Because in peacetime
    the yen
    is mightier than the sword
    and their pen
    signs cheques
    enough to buy Western landlords
    So to gain
    ownership
    of this Great Southern Land
    they have devised
    anew
    invincible plan
    A plan
    that nullifies
    the most patriotic of fervour
    And swings
    the power pendulum
    to the rising sun’s favour
    It’s an