Bluey’s Land, Title of Steel

They roll out a flag, and they chant at the gate,
“Always was, always will be” — that’s the bait.
A slogan, a poster, a claim on the sand,
They want the whole paddock and call it their land.

But title’s not theatre and truth isn’t spin,
You don’t pinch a country with paint and a grin.
You can’t take the home he was born to build here,
You can’t take the farm with a speech and a tear.

Honesty’s older than any new flag-
This soil has one people, one law, and one name.
You can’t take Australia from me.

They talk of First Nations that sat on a throne,
New kingdoms, new borders — a Dreamtime they own.
A map from a bookshop, a court with a stamp,
A give away dressed up as a camp.

One country, one people, that’s how it must be,
You can’t take Australia from me.

I had a mate, cobber, an ANZAC through,
Gallipoli mud and the Western Front dew.
ANZAC, he called it, and never much more,
Just mates in the mud and a promise he swore.

He didn’t come back for a flag on the wall,
He came for the kitchen, the creek, and the tree.
You can’t take the farm with a speech and a tear,
Or take Victory with the tip of a spear.

He didn’t fight kingdoms of mythical might,
He fought for the paddock, the town, and the light.
He came home lean, with a limp and a stare,
Said “I didn’t bleed so they’d raffle the air”

If the land’s just a chant for a political class,
Then what was the point of the man in the grass?
Bluey paid up front, in the mud and the clay,
Don’t barter the nation he gave us today.

But he wasn’t alone in the dust and the sun,
The battle at home had already begun:

Don’t give Mary her own special hymn,
Just put her right into the day a Sheila lives in.
I keep the kettle hot and the door on the latch,
With the copper, the creek, and the vegetable patch.

Mary, God’s Mother, the grace in that room,
Not stitched on a banner, nor carved on a tomb.
With sons at the tank and the daughters at play,
The cradle I rocked them by night and by day.

The verandah, the wash and the ordinary din,
That’s where the mercy of morning will begin.
Then duty, then love, through the life of the day,
Not a show from above or a grand display.

The land was our home and the living was lean,
Yet joy in the work and the love in between.
Our God wasn’t just a dead face on the wall,
Faith, hope, and charity – that was the call.

Not an icon, a banner, a saint in a frame,
But hope in the house, and faith in His name.
He came for the kitchen, the creek, and the tree.
And I kept the kitchen, the creek, and the tree.

He went for the dream of an Australian name,
Harsh country, full hearts, and a house he could claim.
I didn’t raise sons for a speech and a tear,
I didn’t raise daughters, so a scheme takes their share.

I didn’t keep house, so they’d raffle the air,
I didn’t keep house for a slogan up there.
You can’t take the home that I bled for and held –
You can’t take Australia from me.

But land isn’t loot to a political class.
We’re all citizens here – their claim is the trespass.
The name is the lie, and we are breaking the chain.

Not the forager, the local, the man on the track,
But a political claim with a flag on its back.
Land first, then sovereignty, that is the plan,
A takeover run by a political clan.

You can’t take the creek, the dunny, or town,
You can’t take the title and turn it around.
One country, one people, that’s how it must be,
Fair dinkum’s the measure, not humbug and plea …

You can’t take Australia from me.

They drew up the borders when the printers had flown,
But land isn’t loot and a hero’s not stone.
Old Bluey would laugh till the tea hit his shirt;
“Mate, we didn’t dig that damn trench for a desert!”
For you don’t give away what was handed in trust,
To turn all our blood into ashes and dust.

So, hang up the chant and put down the claim,
This isn’t a heist you can dress up as shame.
We walk on our country, we stand on our feet,
For Bluey, for us, for the kids still to meet.

Not stolen. Not given. Not up for a deal.
No separate nation, no phantom to steal.
The soil isn’t theirs, and the title is steel-
You can’t take Australia from me.