Australia Day - The Terra Nullius Excuse
Webs
shimmering in the dewy morning air
Wisps
of smoke from dwindled fires
Bird
calls from leafy lofty spires
He
stands tall, lean, one-legged there
On
rocky headland salt-sprayed bare
What
strange craft on sea swell mires
The
calmness of these homeland shires
They
come these harbingers of despair
Strange
ways and customs do they bring
Taking
anything and all they need
No
talk or bargain was there made
They
must away their death we sing
Tithing our land with evil greed
Mysterious arrogant force displayed
Enough already!
GD
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