Ya pulingina.

I pay my deep respects to palawa people here today and to your elders past and present. And to your wisdom, endurance and your good grace. It’s not just the sovereign unceded palawa land that remains stolen, it’s your forests too.

As well as stolen forests, they could be being criminally-logged as well. We’ve just initiated the first ever private criminal prosecution of Forestry Tasmania for alleged breaches of the Forest Practices Act. You never know: they might plead guilty.

I’d also like to thank the Bob Brown Foundation. Bob, Jenny, Erik, Adam and the many volunteers who helped make these national rallies and forest actions happen. I pay my respects too to Dr Collette Harmsen – a woman gaoled simply for protecting forests from destruction.

I acknowledge the pain and suffering of the people of Maui, Hawaii, where more than 50 poor souls have lost their lives. Let’s send them our love and solidarity.

Noting that there is no superior combined climate and biodiversity action than forest protection, I’d like to read a newly-published poem by acclaimed Nigerian-British poet, Ben Okri. I dedicate it to Australia’s Prime Minster, Anthony Albanese, the Environment Minister, Tanya Plibersek and the Climate Change minister, Chris Bowen.

It’s called Earth Cries.

Words for the day.
Denial. Justice. Right to protest.
And Earth cries.
O when will we wake up?
Gulf Stream dying.
Day’s end approaching.
Climate migrants. Oil spills.
Global boiling. Carbon
Emissions. Net zero.
Fossil fuel nightmare.
Wandering rage of the world,
Trying to find a home.

Who will give this crisis hanging over us a voice
that can open the hearts and minds of the people?
Disasters coming. No amount of hiding can hide it.
The young crave truth.
Only truth will save us.

Have to wake up before night comes.
Shadows are rushing towards us.
Earth is shaking. Insects are perishing.
Flowers are mourning. When will truth
Come? When will we have the courage
To give this hour in history its true name?
How many of us must perish before
The governments make this climate crisis a priority?
We’re the not so slow suicide of the world.
We are the not so fast saviours of the world.
O what I would give to have one person wake up to the truth
Of our world for every microsecond that they poison the air, the sea and the forests.

If we rise up as one in peace and truth and beauty will they listen?
Must we scream to be heard?
Must the Earth bleed to be nurtured?
Has the world not bled enough?
How do you get the ears of the world to listen without fear?
And to listen with courage?
We need a new language that howls and caresses at the same time,
A new language that frightens and gives hope simultaneously,
That tells the truth and transcends the truth in the same breath.
For the human being is a frail vessel that cannot take the light
And yet cannot face the darkness.
Must we become a new species?
Must the human being be remade anew to face the tough truths of the times?

There’s no time for this renewal.
We have to become new right now.
For time will not wait for us in all the evils and poisons we have spewed Into the belly and soul of nature.
Time will not wait for us to grow up and see what can be done
When we have had a long think about it.
Because of what we human beings have done we have to accelerate our Own transformation now,
In the teeth of the crisis we have inflicted upon ourselves.

No gods will get us out of this.
We are the gods that must do it.
We are the gods that must step up
To the biggest crisis in the history of human consciousness as we know it.
We are the gods that must turn this story around.
I’m not sure the bees
Or the trees or the fishes or the air
Or the future generations care
Very much how we do it.
All they will care about is that somehow, with
Intelligence, with passion, with sacrifice,
With our voices, our votes, our gifts,
Our rage, our love, our wounds,
With our disabilities, our courage,
Our certainties, our doubts, our fears,
Our loneliness, our solidarity, our style
Or lack of style, our clumsiness,
Our youth, our age, our deaths and our births,
That we get it done, that we reverse the climate
Disaster waiting in the wings of this sixth act
Of the human comedy or tragedy.
All they will care about is that
We make a now, a past, a dream,
A hope, a life, a future possible again
For the species of this magical Earth.
That is what we are called to do.
That’s our destiny in these times.

Nayri nina-tu.


Tom Allen is campaign manager with the Wilderness Society Tasmania.

Featured image above courtesy The Habitat Advocate.