Terra nullius

By Eliza S

Published 5 November 2025

Echoes of countries skeem, a landscape in the breeze

Rows on rows of foreign matter in the land down under

As many fables over the years starting in 1788

A colonised area of land though people were living there before white man roamed

‘Back back’ they would say nobody listened, a language down to 250.

Their soil is smooth and soft as silk is gone with cattle tramping over.
1877 persistent puffing like a locomotive, trees brushing past up and down like locomotion
Kennedy,lonigan, Scanlan such is life to live
A rusty old boot n tin suit
1880 is where he left after lots of horse theft and murder.
Where the birds sing and trees dance
Under gunshots BANG BANG BANG!
Australia's first war, Gallipoli melancholy
Bushes trees leafs all painted red
Some alive not undead
There in the bylong days need the less
What will be our subsequent time should we wonder ahead.