Sydney
: 1788/2016
Wind sighing in
that quiet green place
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Waves lapping on
white sand shore
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Tribes living free
by ancient law
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Furtive dark
eyes from craggy face
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Peer bemused at
that urgent race
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That grunts and
pulls as it seeks ever more
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From that unblemished
pristine shore
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I am silent,
still, as a city gathers pace
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The bridge, the
bustle, about to gush
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White, brown and
black for life do claw
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Towards their
goals amid the rush
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Of the awakening
giant with greedy maw
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Hopes won, hopes
dashed in the selfish push
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For
understanding, love, amid traffic’s roar
Enough already!
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