Minjerriba was a giant in the sun
His green back coated with cyprus and gum.
Belly brimming with waters so cool,
He stretched for miles in the sun.
And Pacific on the east
Quandamooka on the west
Bathed this giant in the sun.
But minjerriba’s back is now broken:
Men came and tore out his guts;
Stole his rich grains of sand,
Stripped his cloak of cyprus and gum
Drained water from his ageless eyes
And weakened this giant in the sun.
Oh man! With your machinery and science,
Your greed and callous disregard.
When your savage looting and lying is done,
Will the Gods in the future
If future there is
Spare you your place in the sun?
(Minjerriba is Stradbroke Island; Quandamooka is Moreton)
Originally published under Kath Walker.