Love-Hate relationship

I hate this land, my country,

its plastic and its cans.

There's women making movement,

but no man understands.

The smell of exhaust and vape,

polluting skies of blue,

oh how I wish to escape,

find freedom I must do

Though I've grown to love my home,

sandy beaches surround. 

With freedom and land to roam,

life growing from the ground.

Koalas and kangaroos,

a red country with blue skies, 

everyone free to share their views,

warm and safe each sunrise.