Aunty

The spirits of women past
Break through the concrete
On our hands we see them in the dust
They walk this land and guide us

We fight on Aboriginal land
We look to the old ones to understand
Where the strength must come from
Where our children must learn from

Aunty, this fight is still ongoing
Ancestral blood is in their veins
You can see it in the faces of your young
Your strength is in their hearts

Strength drawn from time immemorial
To fight this enduring war

And as the earth is scorched and empires fall,
The Matriarchs will still be standing strong
From creation up to the present day
Hope is a woman, painted with red-ochre clay

Ngiyaningu maran yaliwunga ngarra-li
Our ancestors are always watching