Spinifex Gum - Ms Dhu lyrics

Ms Dhu died too young, twenty-two When they carried her “like a dead kangaroo” From her cell back to the same hospital Who’d a**umed that her pain must be invisible But she cried three days bout aching while Constable Bond said ‘Nah she’s faking it Just another junkie who’s trying to escape Another black troublemaker, well I’m not taking it She’s like a two year old give her paracetamol’ Little did they know a septicemia had taken hold It’s white prejudice digging black holes Every black d**h in custody’s a blight on our soul But we’re not going away It’s our home, our home Our heart is breaking in two But we stand in a row Said we’re not going away It’s our home, our home And we’ve been losing our youth For too long Ms Dhu had fines yeah just a few Three-thousan, six-hundred-and-twenty-two Got her locked up in the Port Hedland zoo Where the few rich make millions while they snooze Still they called her a user until she died Cold truth in her pain, in her eyes Racism so deep it’s become institutionalized What they did to Dhu is the real crime But we’re not going away It’s our home, our home Our heart is breaking in two But we stand in a row Said we’re not going away It’s our home, our home And we’ve been losing our youth For too long, too long Too long, too long Too long, too long She comes from the plains where they call up the weather Horizon so long and a Law without letters See it come, feel it fall like forever Did it rain so long all our tears made a river? ‘It wasn’t me, wasn’t me, I’m innocent’ Say the ones who betrayed her in every sense Now they’re white washing away evidence Will we ever see a cop locked up for negligence? Will we ever see the rock turned up on ignorance? Will we ever see a government who first listens? Will we ever see the stats fall in black prisons? Did Dhu die for nothing, no, she didn’t But we’re not going away It’s our home, our home Our heart is breaking in two But we stand in a row Said we’re not going away It’s our home, our home And we’ve been losing our youth For too long Ms Dhu died too young, twenty-two When they carried her “like a dead kangaroo” And we wish that it wasn’t true, but it is So the next question is what are we gonna do?