Endless dreaming wide brown land Floods and droughts in cycles come Long parched deserts they abound Along the shoreline civilizations found In horse and dray explorers roamed Harsh bushland coastal open plains Then the goldfields and coal seams Steamers plyed their river trade Convict labour enshrined in chains Bushrangers encased in metal mail Laws and rules made across the sea So many generations that set us free Governors harsh like Macquarie The common people did not see On the sheep’s back we once did ride Gone now that Australian way Gone now our once countries pride Again owned and at outsiders behest Country strip mined foreign owned Where now the old call of mateship true Again the land owned and at outsiders behest Country strip mined and foreign owned Where again now the call of mateship true Could our cultures time truly be through Again the stain of religions from across the sea Creeping forcing change from deep inside within Even now words written such as these They use our very laws to gag and choke (If this offends anybody glad it served the purpose for which I wrote it ) (GE2014)
Posted on: Mon, 17 Mar 2014 11:10:15 +0000
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