Mingom Treatment If Possible

Your morning cried made me want to die I like to die with the water hen with the turtle the porpoises the fish; even the porcupines I like to die with the kangaroo emu snakes and opossums I like to dead with the goanna birds and seagulls butterfish even pelicans koalas; eaglehawks I like to dead with all natures brothers and sisters I love to die with my body in the boughs up high in a tree I love to die without any black white singing speaking or being at my funeral I love my bones to be dried out then put in cave; I love to die wrapped in bark About six or three feet deep dug out Then the logs put by my sides and branches to make a platform Put the bark over me and fill in my body with earth I love to die with singing; dancing and crying around my grave I like to hear while I’m laying dead the political cultural speakers and fires all night till dawn I love to die with my Aboriginal freedom colours all around me I love to have a funeral with live music played by yidaki (didjeridoo) even a song by our greatest singers; protest cultural singing I love all my Murri people to come to my funeral; I don’t want one miggloo (white person) there I love to die and live on in Dreaming I came from I love to die and be buried in any Murri land