Migration to Australia

Migration to Australia.

Dark times, crime and mischief, nothing but broken bones and shattered glass

Lack of class.

Lack of options, unwanted like fallen soldiers after war.

 Time to open a new door.

A new beginning is a must

 to the land of Australia maybe, will take time to adjust.

 Australian identity I know so little

 to learn a new culture, a new history is what makes me fiddle.

 To start a new life with a family of three

 will not be the easiest of transitions for my family and me.

Migration to Australia.

Whites and Blacks cover this land

 but the difference between the two are large.

 One race with rights and class

 the other with poverty and lack of grass.

 Owning territory an ongoing problem in this place

 leaves us outsiders looking in with absolute disgrace.

Migration to Australia.

We as the British, on the side of the wrong

 this ongoing issue seems to be going on far too long.

 We walk between these two worlds

 different lifestyle, different colour, different skin.

 My children asking questions where for me to answer I do not know where to begin.

Migration to Australia.

I entered this war like a diver enters a dark pool

clueless to the situation at hand.

Australia

 Steve Irwin, wildlife, hot days, barbeques.

Australia

 division, racism, discrimination, and dark feuds,

Migration to Australia.

Sun and the moon, different roles, complete opposites,

but work together to form life as we know it.

Let the sun and the moon be your guide

for the good of Australia, the land as we know it, more lives could die.

There will be thunder, there will be storms

but together a new dusk can dawn.

Written by

Mitchell Burley 10C

Australian

Colourful rifts paint the sky

Our guns drawn on fauna before us

“Leave us alone, we don’t care for fighting”

Old languages fall on deaf ears

No more colour, the world falls to order

Years of mending won’t take back today

Stick close to your mothers

They will catch you no matter how fast you can run

Only sleep when you know that you are safe

Long hot days but longer cold nights

Eagerly waiting for the day that I meet you again

No point in hoping, no point in trying

Stand tall and proud for what is truly right

Only we can make it right

Read our speech and make amends

Right the wrongs of the past

Yesterday has gone but today is the start of a new Australia

All of us are the same even though we may look different or sound different

Understand that while we may have different skin, we are all Australian

Some of us come from overseas and places far far away

Some of us have lived here for many years and will for many more

In the end we are all the same deep down

Everyone who lives here deserves to be Australian 

Written by

Regan Dobson 10C

Actually Australian

On the airport’s bay,

Is where I stand.

My posture inadequate,

Sweat glazed on my hand.

I hear my mother’s voice,

Confident and strong.

Opposed to my timidity,

This is not where I belong.

My prior land sings,

As my ancestors observe.

A new culture for me,

But timely traditions are still served.

So as my new life begins,

I prepare for my shell to break.

However, my body still jitters,

What if this is a mistake?

My home now lies in a rickety structure,

Its condition led me to rankle.

My expectations are broken,

And my hopes are dismantled.

As I seek congeniality in my new land,

 I search for amelioration in a chef’s creation.

However, I’m taken aback,

And my body regurgitates with hesitation.

My world spins,

As I reflect on this change,

My life takes aboard many differences,

All present with such range.

As time marches on,

I’ve made a discovery.

What was once my culture,

Has now been ripped away from me.

A new facility,

Is where I’ll be ‘educated’.

All identities are erased,

And uniqueness is painted.

The children there,

Are nothing short of horrible.

They tease and mock me,

Not an ounce of happiness is salvable.

Nobody understands,

My family’s difficulties.

All they care about,

Is that I’m from overseas.

Discriminate and judge,

Is all they do.

Laughed and stared at,

Like I’m in a zoo.

As I reflect on my time here,

During a quiet roam.

I come to the realisation,

Australia is not my home.

Written by

Abbey Granger 10C