What is happening to Australia?

Another song Brett Hunt sang was from the band Goanna, called Solid Rock

Here are the lyrics:

Goanna singing 'Solid Rock'

Out here nothin' changes, not in a hurry anyway
You feel the endlessness with the comin' of the light o' day
We're talkin' about a chosen place
You wouldn't sell it in a marketplace, well
Well just a minute now

Standing on solid rock
Standing on sacred ground
Living o-on borrowed soil
And the winds of change are blowin' down the line
Right down the line

Round about the dawn o' time, When dreamin' all began
A croud o' people came
Well they were looking for their promised land
Were running from the heart of darkness
Searching for the heart o' light
Well it was their paradise

But they were standin' on - solid rock
Standing o-on sacred grou-ound
Living o-on borrowed soil
And the winds of change were blowing cold that night
Oh

They were standin' on the shore one day, Saw the white sails in the sun
Wasn't long before they felt the sting, white man, white law, white gun
Don't tell me that it's justified, 'cause somewhere, someone lied
Yeah well someone lied, someone lied, genocide
Well someone lied, oh, ahh

And now you're standing on - solid rock
Standing o-on a sacred grou-ound
Living o-on borrowed soil
And the winds of change are blowin' down the li-ine

Solid rock, Standing on sacred ground
Living o-on borrowed soil
And the winds of change are blowing down the line
Solid rock, Standing o-on sacred grou-ound
Living o-on borrowed ti-i-i-ime
And the winds of change are blowing down the line
Oh-oh-oh no, NO-O
Out here nothin? changes
Not in a hurry anyway
You feel the endlessness
With the comin? of the light of day
They?re talkin? bout a chosen place
You wouldn't sell it in a market place
Well
Well just a minute now

You?re standing on solid rock
Standing on sacred ground
Livin? on borrowed time
And the winds of change
Are blowing down the line
Right down the line

Around about the dawn of time
The dreaming all began
The proud people came
Well they were looking for their promised land
Running from the heart of darkness
Searching for the heart of light
I think we?ve found paradise

Well they were standing on solid rock
Standing on sacred ground
Livin? on borrowed time
And the winds of change
Were blowing cold that night
Oh

Well they were standing on the shore one day
Saw the white sails in the sun
It wasn?t long before they felt the sting
White man white law white gun
Don?t tell that its justified
Coz somewhere someone lied
Yeah well someone lied
Someone lied
Someone lied

And now you?re standing on solid rock
Standing on sacred ground
Livin? on borrowed soil
And the winds of change
Are blowing down the line

Solid rock
Standing on sacred ground
Livin? on borrowed soil
And the winds of change
Are blowing down the line

Solid rock
Standing on sacred ground
Livin? on borrowed soil
And the winds of change

Are blowing down the line

Brett sang this song, have a look at the youtube video on this Blog.

While singing he also recited a poem called 'We are going'

We Are Going by Oodgeroo Noonuccal

They came in to the little town
A semi-naked band subdued and silent
All that remained of their tribe.
They came here to the place of their old bora ground
Where now the many white men hurry about like ants.
Notice of the estate agent reads: 'Rubbish May Be Tipped Here'.
Now it half covers the traces of the old bora ring.
'We are as strangers here now, but the white tribe are the strangers.
We belong here, we are of the old ways.
We are the corroboree and the bora ground,
We are the old ceremonies, the laws of the elders.
We are the wonder tales of Dream Time, the tribal legends told.
We are the past, the hunts and the laughing games, the wandering camp fires.
We are the lightening bolt over Gaphembah Hill
Quick and terrible,
And the Thunderer after him, that loud fellow.
We are the quiet daybreak paling the dark lagoon.
We are the shadow-ghosts creeping back as the camp fires burn low.
We are nature and the past, all the old ways
Gone now and scattered.
The scrubs are gone, the hunting and the laughter.
The eagle is gone, the emu and the kangaroo are gone from this place.
The bora ring is gone.
The corroboree is gone.
And we are going.'

Why would Brett combine these two texts?