A land of extremes, with opposite seasons,
The west infiltrated not in the normal
Mode of a colony, but with convict types
Serving a sentence, emerging to freedom.
Waves of immigration removed the taint,
But traces remained as of ancestry
Undeniable; still it thrived in ways
Called British, the colonial colour bar.
That too modern times would reconcile in
The dominance of the Information Age
World-wide, and Australia just as upright
In prosperity as its counterparts.
Just as polluting in exploitation
Of resources as the rest, but suffering
For its antipodean isolation,
Extracting a rough justice for offenders.
