120126 The Lucky Country

26 Jan

The lucky country
sunny surf beaches in the city
cross the harbour to Circular Quay
big city excitement
glowing youth
land of sweeping plains and
the White Australia policy.

… whose land and wind and waters we all now share

Two river red gums sit
on Bennelong point. Relics of the forest
here when Cook sailed by
here. They exiled a population
here who exiled the population already
here; ethnically cleansed the land

Stripped the forest
stripped the soil
ripped out the minerals
exploited a land that loves others,
disfigured a land that loves others,
pretending not to know of
the love of
the land.

Built a riot squad to receive other refugees,
detention centres for their children.

… and in the end,
the love you take
is equal to the
love you make.

1 Comment

Posted by on 26 January, 2012 in #MoP12, POEMS


One response to “120126 The Lucky Country

  1. Thomas Davis

    29 January, 2012 at 12:44 pm

    This is a powerful poem. I love the last verse. It’s true, in the end,/the love you take/is equal to the/love you make–on multiple levels. The irony taken from the title compared to the rest of the poem is deeply appreciated. I have been in Australia once at a World Indigenous Higher Education Consortium meeting, and though I have no deep understanding of the country, this poem seems to reflect at least part of what I experienced there.


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