In unmarked graves the bones of Australia's first people does lay
The people who believed to the land they belong
And who is to say in their beliefs they were wrong
They hunted the wallabies and kangaroos
And by their campfires at night sang and played their didgeridoos
And lived and made love and had their corroborees
On warm Summer evenings in the shade of the trees
Their land taken from them by people from far away
And where they lived and raised their children no trace of them today
They were sinned against the indigenous dispossessed
Australia's first people became the oppressed
In unmarked and hidden graves the last remains lay
Of Australia's first people by the hills far away.
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