The Eureka Flag.

In a wooden stockade the flag they raised-

The southern sky with a cross of silver stars-

Declared an egalitarian dream, a new land

Where inheritance would never decree

The measure of any individual’s worth,

And that any child’s opportunity

Should never be limited by wealth or birth.

It was never much more than a dream,

-For sadly there are always the dispossessed

And, for those men, the indigenous and women

Were not amongst the reasons for their unrest-

But dreams are much more than mere seeming.

They set a standard for what we think best.

From the blood spilled for this dreaming

Into the national consciousness came the idea

That this land would not be based on class

And under the cross of stars and southern sun

A new world of equality of opportunity

Could be freely available for everyone.

That flag remains, its vibrance faded,

Its corners ragged, torn and worn by time.

It is still the silver stars on deepest blue

But dream for which it flew

Is shredded beyond tatters.

Base and cunning men in their lust for power

Have laid siege to the stockade,

With low guile infiltrated the ideals,

Besmirched the fragment of justice and fairness

With crass and loathsome things of their invention.

Is “aspirational” now our highest aim?

Is our best a narrow, shallow commercialism,

A smug, mean spirited complacency,

A relentless seeking for personal advantage,

A competitive pursuit of possessions,

The tiny idea of “relaxed and comfortable”

In a new, divided and insular hierarchy where

Worth and opportunity is unequally proportioned

And power and privilege is the real mantra

Behind a sad, diminished and empty “monetocracy”?

But Listen! Listen to this land! It speaks!

Its eucalyptus scent, colour, heat haze,

Its great brilliant blue beauty of sky,

Its star’s glorious evening blaze,

Its distant blue of low mountains,

Its tangle and twist of scrub and tree,

Its rollers crashing upon the coast,

Are crying out for more than mediocrity.

O my country, Wake! Throw off these shackles!

Rebuild your stockade! Dream of great things!

Raise your flag! Let equality of opportunity

Again soar high on justice’s wings!

Reclaim the dream! You have the power,

The vote for which the Eureka Flag flew.

It was institutionalised privilege

Against which they fought and railed.

Demand equality of opportunity

For all children of this great south land.

Raise again their dream and their flag.

Let children grow together under this southern sun,

This evening blue crossed with silver stars.

Let equality of opportunity be for everyone.