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

When The Darling River Runs

AU$800Price

    ©2017 by Original Art by Cheree.