Nowhere to hide

Too much time spent on closing doors,

too long now we’ve brushed off the ills of the law,

past decades echo, worse than before,

found forgiveness from the ones who gave it applause,

breaking point - swept under the rug,

coverage only found where discoveries shrugged,

passed off as something to love, first contact from above,

should of have us all bugged...

we float along pretending, it ain’t about guilt,

responsibilities tilt before we were built,

and that’s a free pass right? 'not in our lifetime!',

irrefutable evidence, not in our right mind,

taken so much away, picking pockets,

insignificance lies in mineral profits,

space is taken up, humanitarian crimes,

greed got us hunting to survive,

ask on a dime, task on the line no pay-out,

each winter they wait for a way out,

resting heartbeat, barks got a bloodstain,

a one-sided affair, commonwealth reigns,

and yet you call that fair? an educational defense,

you can hold your share and move on,

just know what your doing is wrong,

sittin’ idle entitles abuse prolonged

yeah we're GUILTY, of pilfering land,

claiming to have saved what was never abandoned,

branded and colonized, white-collar crimes,

got the young saving change, it's personified,

never taught real history, old Serengeti,

Terra Nullius spikes the mystery,

modern-day crime-wave hyped as a victory,

65,000 years rip the stitch seams,

a terrible truth for the veterans,

who fought for a country,

but never for the scope of the company,

it represented, retrieval,

against the oldest civilization of people,

Sir Doug Nicholls in a fight for what’s fair,

never recognized still we’re telling them,

‘our share is minuscule’, the residual offer insults minimal,

that’s Australian shame,

ignorant minds might think Australian gain,

saying, ‘we developed what they can’t maintain’,

progress is an excuse just to stake our claim,

land rights with conditions, based on a light-skinned pigment,

Gary Foley got me thinking,

we took the picture and erased the footprint,

bottle spinnin’ to Whitlam, dirt in hand,

times are shifting, gotta be observant fam,

Dreamtime's not a pipe dream, although it might seem,

buried in the land try to mine greed,

lost language doesn’t mean a voice is lost,

recover at all costs, recover...

nowhere to hide, it’s an ugly truth when you dig deep,

remove the cover or stay under the sheet,

genocide in our blood and genocide in the street

decide which side you wanna plant your feet.