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   Marist Brothers High School Darlinghurst Old Boys' Union is a non-political entity but a fierce defender of human rights.

  For some, the video accompanying this poem may be seen as political when presented with a "Republic of Australia" introduction. For that reason it resides within the Inner Sanctum, however, others feel that it's an inalienable right to define oneself - one's country being an extension of that, so the link to that video is enclosed herein   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZrN53rVWnXk&feature=youtu.be  for you to decide.

 

Australia ©

 

I come from Australia, I wear my regalia,

Its burning love, of this land, my home   

 

Today, I walk free, because of blood, shed for me

By heroes, who laid down, their lives

Defenders they were; defenders they are

their legacy, our freedom, survives

 

I’m proud of my nation with one’s right to speak

As revered, as the high, mountain peak

Acceptance of people, all colours all creeds

Judged only, by one’s deeds

 

A Mabo, MacKellar, a black or white fellow

We’re equal here under the sun

I’m Aussie blood blest, taught give it my best

Our philosophy, in one.

 

A Mabo, MacKellar, a black or white fellow

We’re equal here under the sun

I’m Aussie blood blest, taught give it my best

Our philosophy, in one.

 

  My spirit soars free with God’s gift to me

Born of this nation, so free

the oceans and plains sing our refrains

Sharing this all, pure liberty

 

To talk of our mountains, surrounded by sea

Is something blessed to me,

Snow mountain reaches; golden sand beaches,

Parched lands; where so much heartache can be

 

Serenity’s found – under willows that round

flooding waters, soaking, parched plains

A solitary gum, vibrates to the sum

Of a hundred roos on the run

 

Beautiful sounds, a waterfall pounds

On a glistening rockface below

Droplets just beckon; come rest your mind

Nature’s pillow below.

 

I come from Australia, I wear my regalia,

Its burning love, Its burning love

of this land, my home.

 

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