Ode to Dundalee

More deadly speeches
This time in the rain 
The crowd was treated 
to a treble -
Two water blessings 
And a smoking!

Dundalee proud warrior 
of the age
When will they recognise
you in school
and no longer treat
us like the fool.

Spirits of Pemulwuy, Yagan, Jundamurra They join us in the circle Round the sacred fire While the cops and fire-ees watch on Brother Bud sings it up good In the place where you once stood. In Post Office square that day Proud Dundalee, born in Blackbutt, You put up a fight for fourteen years Uniting all the tribes against the gubba So they broke your legs and hung you from the scaffold like a convict. Now they take your children in another way Not with chains but with their blind laws and no regret. But we thirty We shall not forget As we stand Holding hands in a circle around the sacred fire cleansed by smoke and rain We remember how you fought So strong, so true We pay our respect to you And to all the warriors of the rainbow. - Ian Curr Dedicated to Dusty (1965 - 2014)

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