The problem is to find some nuance in our perspective on colonial settlement. Murray presents a celebration of the British invasion of Australia, with his iconic image of the axe man, and his contrast between the noisy activity of the land clearer and the silence of the natural landscape.
His depiction of silence could be read as more an inability to hear than an actual silence. White settlers in Australia imposed their own dominant mindset and engaged in a destructive and contemptuous orgy of redemptive clearing, but Murray says nothing to criticise this history, instead claiming triumph.
A more nuanced view would recognise that white settlement connected Australia to the world, and the immense wealth this has produced, while also mourning an elegiac sense of indigenous loss, and admitting that much rich value has been and continues to be destroyed by the mindless and heedless ideology of material progress.
Murray's poem is a redneck poke in the eye to ecology. For him to suggest that such criticism treats him as subhuman
is an emotional reaction against modern science.