Stolen Land

Forests of metal scrape the skies
All while the smog grows thicker.
A country built on blood soaked land
And cheaply-made liquor.
The cultivation of our land,
The burning our bush back,
The red blood spilt on blue gum tree,
The “breeding out the black”.

Deep-red earth, our golden soil,
Unearned land made “wealth for toil”,
Great land raped for precious oil,
Careful balance, promptly spoiled.

We say sorries for stealing land
As if that makes it fine.
A country which we should not own
Now hollowed out with mines.
This vast country on which we live
Is not ours to destroy.
The spoils of a stolen land,
We thoughtlessly enjoy.