My earth

I sprang from the earth in a world filled with strife
He crossed the great water and brought me to life
I’m rife with these genes born of long suff’ring souls
She crossed the Bass Strait with a sail full of holes

“There’ll be no black offspring” yet still she bore four
Three hail from the dreamtime; one’s kept from kin’s door
A history was stolen so some could save face
Baba yangu mpendwa, no child for his race

I fell to the earth in a late sixties town
With folks who knew nothing about skin so brown
I’m raised with the knowledge that this ain’t my home
By folks who would fear me for hair I can’t comb

“Go back to your country” and “where are you from?”
“You don’t belong here” is an endless old song
It’s not just the Anglo’s; they’ve all had a go
The migrants and students, indigenous and so

I don’t need her pity for I have grown strong
There’s fire in my eyes that transmutes every wrong
My father’s revenge and my mother’s to rue
White Australia’s failure to lighten the hue

Still this is my country, the earth called me here
The laws of all nature will challenge our fear
With what moves our hearts since before we had time
With what makes me human and lends me to rhyme

I stand in two worlds, across every divide
From colour to gender to casting aside
These over-drive lies that keep us from friends
From ism to schism, we’ll mend these old trends

We can’t speak of hope, such requires belief
When it turns from the truth it brings no-one relief
From bully to hater to lovely fine souls
It’s time we surrendered and stopped scoring own goals

I sing from the earth to a man who’s grown cold
We write a new future that cannot be sold
I’m older and bolder; I’ve lived so much pain
That I can see clearer when clouds threaten rain

Let all who have known me and seen me for swine
Divine such a view maps their own thin red line
And should you delight in a spirit that’s free
In peace shall you roam across earth, land and sea

I hum with my earth as I’m tossed through the waves
Tones roaring through auras with worlds as the staves
The rhythm is time and my pitch is free will
Tunes are the humans spirit’s notes shall fulfil

© Robyn Murray

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18 thoughts on “My earth

  1. Oh my gosh Robyn – this is by far your best work (well, so far)! Every stanza is beautifully expressed. As I was reading, I would declare to myself that the lines were my favourite and then, in the next stanza, I would read more words that appealed! I’ve ended up loving at least three meaningful and poetically-expressed words. Lol!
    I can’t leave you hanging – they were: there’s fire in my eyes that transmutes every wrong; that I can see clearer when clouds threaten rain; the rhythm is time and my pitch is free will. Bouquets to you Robyn. 👍🏻 🌹

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    • jamborobyn says:

      Thank you so much Wendy. I was thinking about putting together a book and thus I started thinking about a “signature poem”. So if you have any critical, or not-so-positive feedback, that would also be most welcome as this is the first draft.

      My biggest challenge with all the news lately is that I have just about had enough of the word “racism” in our country. Our issue is that we have forgotten to focus on our shared humanity and it makes us weak and divided as a community. We can call it racism or we can call it out in truth as simply bad behaviour. Everyone who arrives on these shores belongs here. I used to think that I was a victim of racism, but that begs the question – what race am I exactly? Human race, after that it gets a bit unclear.

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      • You’ve hit the nail on the head and what a beautiful way of putting it! We all belong to the ‘human race’ – period.
        Great to hear about the book. Please keep us posted and all the best with it Robyn.

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    • Nomzi Kumalo says:

      I agree. Something about this one that is ready and full of momentum and rhythm. You. 🙂

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  2. Cat says:

    Well, Robyn, you know I don’t relate much to poetry, but I sure did enjoy this and already knowing some of your history made it all the better. You have lived through so much pain, but you are older and bolder. Nice work!

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  3. Well done, Robyn. Perhaps, one day the world will be “home,” and people will be viewed with no regard as to color or gender, only by the name “human being.” I wonder if the day will ever arrive when we acknowledge the fact that we are all on a small planet spinning in space,surrounded by suns and moons and other galaxies, trying to exist and need to help one another. Ah, well.

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    • jamborobyn says:

      Thank you. 🙂
      For me, the really awesome thing about life is that the truth remains regardless of what we want to acknowledge or believe. Our human history is as nothing compared to our future. I like to believe there is precious gold within the hearts of the people and in the spirit of survival, they’re mostly keeping it hidden (perhaps even from themselves) until better times are upon us.

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  4. Nomzi Kumalo says:

    Bravo dear heart. Bravo. 😀

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    • jamborobyn says:

      I actually did a little happy dance, followed by a bow when I saw your comments, Nomzi. As you know, it’s such an awesome feeling to “find” one’s voice and be free to express the joy I have always felt at having been born into this wonderful world. If there is one definite gift that I have noticed about people carrying a large percentage of African genes – it’s gotta be that capacity for joy. Before sin there was joy… I can feel a new poem coming on 😉

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      • Oh okay – I haven’t any African genes but can I belong by proxy? I like being joyful! 😀

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      • jamborobyn says:

        hahaha! We likely ALL have African genes. You know I am wrong but you’re too kind to say it.

        You most definitely belong! Oh my, every time I hear from you Wendy, it’s another great day for me in paradise. You are such a delight.

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      • Nomzi Kumalo says:

        I so know that electric feeling Robyn. I know it so well. Pure joy to be onto something authentic and meaningful. It takes time and effort and then you suddenly realise that you have found your voice and you keep finding your voice in new ways and new places. “I can feel a new poem coming on” 😀

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  5. Lorraine Spencer says:

    I guess this one got by me. Outstanding!

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  6. Wow, this was incredibly well done, I love it! You are a brightly shining soul, dear Robyn.

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