This One is Julie's A soft wind blew from the river dark, across the camp, up there to King's Park. Campfires burned with flames a-flicker, protesters mellowed to the guitar picker. Haunting sounds of didgeridoo muffled the noise from another yahoo.
Moonlight dances on fertile water, Life giving force to each son and daughter.
Pure juices flow cool springs bubble, a gift, a Legacy from H the Waugal. Up there somewhere, Boy becomes Man, Pride and Dignity, Tribal Clan. Night is still, Content at Peace, All do honour Earth Mother's lease. Reality strikes all too clear, cultural death, the aim, the fear. Together we sit and stay as one, this government filth will be undone.