Though it’s cloudy,

It’s warm,

I’m sweating,

And I’ve taken my jacket off,

Though it’s cloudy,

And the shade is chilly,

The sun pats my shoulders,

Saying “I’m here”,

The winds blow,

Saying “I’m here”,

And later today,

The moon will rise,

With its polished smile,

And say “I’m here”,

And the stars will fill the sky,

“We’re here”,

And we know they’re there,

And we acknowledge they’re there,

So why can’t we do the same,

To our Indigenous Australian brothers and sisters,

When they have been screaming,

For decades, for centuries,

“We’re here”?