I have lived here for all my life,
Through the years of drought and strife.
With winter cold and summer sun,
Now to be evicted by someone.
My only crime is that I'm not from here,
Not one of the locals but one they fear.
For hundreds of years my kind has survived,
Now the fear of zenophobia has been revived.
We were brought here many years before,
To help with the land and much more.
We worked in the mines and added support,
We helped on the railways and in the port.
Now the Government has decided we must go,
No room for us no feelings do they show.
Why must we go what have we done,
We are just trees called the Blue Gum.
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