Badjelang

G'day, mate, from Morocco's distant shore,
I've bloody come here, seeking so much more.
From the Atlantic to this deadly land,
In Aboriginal ways, I stand tall and grand.

Chuck another snag on the barbie, they say,
In me thongs, I grin, learning the Aussie way.
With a warm billy in hand, I explore,
Through the arvo, new horizons galore.

G'day to the mob, new mates I find,
Learning footy, cricket, with a deadly mind.
No worries, we'll hit the beach and pool,
Embracing life's blessings, silly but never fool.

Strewth! The heat's a change, I'll adapt,
In sunburnt dig, me heart is wrapped.
A bit of Dreamtime magic, this land so true,
Connecting with country, feeling brand-new.

I'll take a day off when I bloody need,
Respecting me brothers wisdom, their guidance I heed.
Fair go, a chance to grow and to dream,
In this mateship spirit, life's a ripper stream.

At the crack of dawn, I rise like a boss,
Brekkie with bush tucker, yum, no bloody loss.
As I walk this land, a new journey begins,
Embracing the challenge, no worries, fella wins.

In the arvo, I'll sip a cuppa for tea,
Learning from ancestors, setting me soul free.
With kookaburras laughing, it feels so right,
In this ancient land, this badjelang's taking flight.

The bogan and the larrikin, I'll blend and learn,
Respecting culture, me heart seeks to earn.
A Moroccan soul, now with an Oz spin,
So grab a tinny, mate, and let the good times begin!

Acknowledging the land of the Indigenous mob,
Respecting their ways, no need to sob.
In unity, we stand, in harmony we sing,
With hearts wide open, this land we bring.

— Moe Louanjli