Who will save us now?

Across bare dry earth,

across fire-cursed land,

thirst is thriving,

yet we are dying,

who will save us now?

Across cracks in the land,

across dry dusty sand,

our trees are burnt black,

their old leaves filling in gaps,

who will save us now?

Across an old roo track,

to a burnt bed of ferns,

to close my eyes,

to slowly decay,

into a grave of my own,

who will save us now?