My home is my bed.

This is the land where I was born

It is where I will choose to die

I follow no man made religion

Just respect Uluru and the big chief in the sky

I was born here in Australia

This land, also belongs to me

I have no ancient spirit guides

My balanda heart knows where its meant to be

My family travel the world all over

We here are the keepers of their beds

It is our solemn duty to warm them

for when they choose to rest their weary heads

If you gave up your country

to come and live in mine

Then did you not love your heritage

and have you broken its bloodline

You're not welcome here to hate us

for you , have come into our home

One day we will rise against you

our national pride will be truly shown

For if your lifestyle and your country

were the best upon the earth

then how could you have left it

it must of had no worth

Have you let down your ancestors

your country is torn apart

In this land we don't need wanderers

those that do not want to share our heart

Do not bring your problems with you

leave your hatred's on your shore

Learn to speak our language

Respect our country's law

Do not teach your children violence

from countries you live in no more

Teach them to speak English

and how to keep an AFL game day score

Let your children grow out in the sunshine

there is so many natural things they can do

they could learn to speak like Mandawuy

or how to play a didjeridoo

Look into our cultures for the good

teach your children of Holden's and Fords

learn to play Rugby League

not the Centrelink shuffle board

Aussies love a battler who is trying

Like Nick or Con the Greek

they have built their blue and white take aways

and our lingo they've learnt to speak

Every suburb in this country

has it's own Chinese restaurants

they have blended into the scenery

and do not force on us their wants

Luigi, Mario and many others

gave us lots of oven baked treats

If it wasn't for all the wonderful migrants

We'd probably have no streets

My Mother cam from Germany

with no resentments from the war

She's as dinkum as a cobber

she keeps no bitter score

We have no need for intolerance

When your guest upon our shore

When you try live amongst us

there will be peace for evermore

I love my golden country

and I will fight in the street, if I have to die

I will not stand by and watch disappear

what the ANZACS held so high.

Jeffrey Goudy

Poetry in Paradise

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