"nullius" poems - Hello Poetry

Terra Nullius born from the ashes of colonies past, from a nation over seas far, the white cliffs of Dover show their colour, they reached a land of beauty rich and rare, they saw and they conquered caring none for those that stood in front of them, for years this ravaged, destroying ancient culture, until a man realised that the land he loved was not his, taken from him unbeknownst, he stood in despair, the system against he fought, until he died a young man of pain from tortures past, in his grave he heard the victory he won, Terra Nullius is gone, Long live Eddie Mabo.

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Jun 29, 2016

Jun 29, 2016 at 6:51 AM UTC

mark-donnelly

Mabo

Terra Nullius born from the ashes of colonies past, from a nation over seas far, the white cliffs of Dover show their colour, they reached a land of beauty rich and rare, they saw and they conquered caring none for those that stood in front of them, for years this ravaged, destroying ancient culture, until a man realised that the land he loved was not his, taken from him unbeknownst, he stood in despair, the system against he fought, until he died a young man of pain from tortures past, in his grave he heard the victory he won, Terra Nullius is gone, Long live Eddie Mabo.

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There he is, between the Siberian Tiger and the Maui's Dolphin, **** Mobilis Nullius. She does not own a cellphone. Text for her is the letters and words that make up a book. If he wants to take a picture, he'll use a camera, thanks. She doesn't want to download, upload, freeload, overload, girl, you've got to carry that load of debt to the telco company. He watches movies in the cinema and he doesn't want to be hooked up to the internet or caught in the ever-widening net of commerce. She's happy with the ancient ways, songlines on the landline lines on the land where a woman can walk away and hear only the ringing of bird song, lines on the land a man can follow to the heart of somewhere lost and know only peace.

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Feb 20, 2015

Feb 20, 2015 at 1:00 AM UTC

andrew-m-bell

ENDANGERED

There he is, between the Siberian Tiger and the Maui's Dolphin, **** Mobilis Nullius. She does not own a cellphone. Text for her is the letters and words that make up a book. If he wants to take a picture, he'll use a camera, thanks. She doesn't want to download, upload, freeload, overload, girl, you've got to carry that load of debt to the telco company. He watches movies in the cinema and he doesn't want to be hooked up to the internet or caught in the ever-widening net of commerce. She's happy with the ancient ways, songlines on the landline lines on the land where a woman can walk away and hear only the ringing of bird song, lines on the land a man can follow to the heart of somewhere lost and know only peace.

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alabaster wool over a lamb bleat like a tinseltown earthquake

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Sep 15, 2014

Sep 15, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC