When the Darling River Runs
 
In this dusty, dry and arid land our water is like gold
It comes along but rarely so it never should be sold
 
But men who come from far away let greed their minds control
And so they sell the lifeblood that is our country’s soul
 
Our voices soft, they turned from us and didn’t hear our words
So we have learned together now to turn our wisdom into swords
 
We need to take our country back in order here to stay
To make it safe for those who came to live from far away
 
We need our rivers with this gold to run in all their glory
To flush the poisons from their soils and be more than just a story.
 
- Cheree Stokes © 20/06/2016
 
Acrylic on canvas board
40cm x 50cm