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  • Oct 19, 2024 | independentaustralia.net | Roger Chao

    This poem is an *IA Writing Competition (creative work category) entry. The Holy Creed of Carbonus RexIn the land of Terra Firma, where the sun doth brightly shine,There arose a curious sect, with a doctrine most divine. No robes of white, nor beads of prayer, nor incense filled the air,But suits of grey and tongues of gold preached salvation without care. Their temple was a boardroom, with a table long and grand,There they gathered, devout disciples, to make their final stand.

  • Oct 12, 2024 | johnmenadue.com | Roger Chao

    Australia, land of Altjira, of oceans wild and skies untamed,Where stories of the Jukurrpa are told in songlines proclaimed. Australia, land of Altjira, of oceans wild and skies untamed,Where stories of the Jukurrpa are told in songlines proclaimed. Yet underneath this broad expanse, this dust that shrouds our past in gold,Lies history’s wound, still open wide, beneath our feet, still damp and cold.

  • Oct 5, 2024 | independentaustralia.net | Roger Chao

    This poem is an *IA Writing Competition (creative work category) entry. A Nation of Apologies Australia, land of Altjira, of oceans wild and skies untamed, Where stories of the Jukurrpa are told in songlines proclaimed. Yet underneath this broad expanse, this dust that shrouds our past in gold, Lies history's wound, still open wide, beneath our feet, still damp and cold.

  • Sep 16, 2024 | openforum.com.au | Roger Chao

    Home / Culture / The holy creed of Carbonus Rex Roger Chao | September 17, 2024 In the land of Terra Firma, where the sun doth brightly shine,There arose a curious sect, with a doctrine most divine. No robes of white, nor beads of prayer, nor incense filled the air,But suits of grey and tongues of gold preached salvation without care. Their temple was a boardroom, with a table long and grand,There they gathered, devout disciples, to make their final stand.

  • Sep 16, 2024 | openforum.com.au | Roger Chao

    Australia, land of Altjira, of oceans wild and skies untamed,Where stories of the Jukurrpa are told in songlines proclaimed. Yet underneath this broad expanse, this dust that shrouds our past in gold,Lies history’s wound, still open wide, beneath our feet, still damp and cold. And now, a nation stands once proud, with noble gestures in its hand,But hollow words, mere fleeting sighs, like shifting dunes on ancient land.

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