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History's wound, still open wide

History's wound, still open wide

Australia, land of Altjira, of oceans wild and skies untamed, Where stories of the Jukurrpa are told in songlines proclaimed.

The siren’s call

The siren’s call

A poem from Roger Chao

Not in my name

Not in my name

In this quiet hour, I summon words, a humble man amidst shadows long, To speak of wounds not my own, to voice a plea so loud and strong. For streets that haunt with harried silence, for whispers in the dark, For the women who carry nightmares in the hollows of their hearts, I say, not in my name, shall this darkness be just fate.

Battle cry of the unbowed

Battle cry of the unbowed

Our voices will be thunderous, a storm that will not cease, A tempest of determination, a wind of lasting peace.

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