Occupation

Occupation

We stand within the awa
That flows so crystal clear

As we chant our declarations
Words ride by on the air

While stones they roll towards us
With hands upon their chins

& knotted brows and ageless eyes
And so, it all begins

As old ones whisper in our ears
One word begins to shout

That word is ‘occupation’
The ancients have no doubts

As insights rain, within our souls
Like the end of autumn’s drought

United we will occupy
And drive the miners out (chant x2)

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Day 1 (March 8^th 2025)
Sam’s Creek Gathering