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VIDEO CREDITS
Producer: Dominic Allen
Directors: Dominic Allen and Thomas Henning
Production Company: Hase Productions
Motion Graphics: Matt Slater
Executive Producers: Gerry Georgatos and Craig Quartermaine
Songwriter: Felix Riebl
Music Producer: Ollie McGill
Choir: Marliya and Gondwana Indigenous Children's Choir
Choir Director: Lyn Williams
Network Footage and Support: NITV and SBS
Bespoke Footage: Eloise Mignon
Special thanks: Shaun Harris and Dhu Family
Rosalie Kunoth-Monks, Mervyn Eades, Marcus Woolombi Waters, Tauto Sansbury, Kevin Cox.
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All proceeds for this song are going to Ms Dhu's family.

LYRICS
Ms Dhu died too young 22
When they carried her “like a dead kangaroo”
From her cell back to the same hospital
Who’d assumed that her pain must be invisible

But she cried three days bout aching while
Constable Bond said ‘Nah she’s faking it
Just another junkie who’s trying to escape, another
Black troublemaker, well I’m not taking it

She’s like a two year old, give her paracetamol’
Little did they know a septicemia had taken hold
It’s white prejudice digging black holes
Every black death in custody’s a blight on our soul

But we’re not going away, it’s our home, our home
Our heart is breaking in two, but we stand in a row
Said we’re not going away, it’s our home, our home
And we’ve been losing our youth for too long

Ms Dhu had fines yeah just a few
Three thousand six hundred and twenty two
Got her locked up in the Port Hedland zoo
Where the few rich make millions while they snooze

Still they called her a user until she died
Cold truth in her pain, in her eyes
Racism so deep it’s become institutionalized
What they did to Dhu, is the real crime

But we’re not going away, it’s our home, our home
Our heart is breaking in two, but we stand in a row
Said we’re not going away, it’s our home, our home
And we’ve been losing our youth for too long, too long…
Too long, too long, too long, too long…

She comes from the plains where they call up the weather
Horizon so long and a Law without letters
See it come feel it fall like forever
Did it rain so long all our tears made a river?

‘It wasn’t me, wasn’t me I’m innocent’
Say the ones who betrayed her in every sense
Now they’re white washing away evidence
Will we ever see a cop locked up for negligence?

Will we ever see the rock turned up on ignorance?
Will we ever see a government who first listens?
Will we ever see the stats fall in black prisons?
Did Dhu die for nothing, no she didn’t!

But we’re not going away, it’s our home, our home
Our heart is breaking in two, but we stand in a row
Said we’re not going away, it’s our home, our home
And we’ve been losing our youth for too long, for too long

Ms Dhu died too young 22
When they carried her ‘like a dead kangaroo’
And we wish that it wasn’t true, but it is
So the next question is what are we going to do?

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