What Matters to Me

These are the Deadly kids you see

Examine their dreams in the rainbow

Of brown and black and yellow and red

As they cry one Voice in the desert of white

That has taken their lands

“We are proud, We are family, We are Nunga”

You hear their spirited cry

“We are strong, We are Mob and We can’t be stopped

We fly high on the sports field, being deadly ‘n’ all that

Yet at One with Country, the Home of our hearts.

These Deadly kids bleed and love and fight and laugh like you

Just! Like! You!

They love F.R.I.E.N.D.S. and cats and ghosts and random stuff…

But not spiders, no, never spiders

The Deadly also love their Country

From birth their souls grow deep deep roots

Each tree and waterhole, every sandhill and gully

On the backs of Kangaroo and Perentie

These ties will bind the Deadly as

One Mob no matter the distance

These are our bright future – if we let them

In them I see hope and grandeur

For future dreams fulfilled

If allowed to be inspired despite the Urban White

That swallows so many of Our Mob

How do we escape, or rather LIVE

In the white expanse without being drowned? Suffocated?

How can we make our, their, voices heard?

How do dreams of Deadly kids shine bright?

How?

We wear our flag across our backs

Uniting mob and mob as one

We forgive past wrongs and heal our wounded hearts

We change our focus from past to present and future

So our deadly kids can be inspired

By Elders, by family, by friends

As they model integrity, dignity and grace

In the midst of corruption and injustice

Standing tall with eyes lifted

That glint of Nunga Pride

That will never be extinguished