(For Tharnicaa Murugappan)
Stop the Boats!
Yon windbag pontificates!
Its oos or thems!
Our borders
One family
Mak ‘em an example
Fortress White Australia
Aye! Is tha a gun boat
Settin’ oot from Sydney Harbour
Toornin four
A bairn
In hospital
Under guard
Her ma weeps
Her da an sister
Left ter fret
On Christmas Island
Cost an arm, a leg, then soom
Ter keep a family in prison
Och, yer call it detention
Boot, thems bars
An they can nae leave!
Ter keep oos safe
In our beds at night
From
This family of four!
Yer live on stolen land
Boot think yer own the country
A man of gawd
Boot yer can nae
Tell the difference
Between
Invader and escapee
Boot yer mates
Embezzle, extort an’ rort
Nowt ter see here, boot politics
Business an pork barrelling
Fer the rich ter grow richer
Yer canna tell a bairn
From a criminal!
Aye a high moral standard
Yer hold at yor choorch
On a Sunday!
Is there owt
Beating in yer
Suited chest?
Is yer blood
As thin as greed
Yer not a man
Tha canna see
A child
Should nae suffer
For a cause
As empty as yours
Let them be!
Return them
Ter Biloela
Where folk,
Your quiet Australians,
Want them home
Where there is a home
Ter welcome
Them home
Fer yew bairn
A thousand cockatoos
Pink in the evening light
Dance in one big, beating, loving heart
Joost fer yew pet, joost fer yew
Thas not a cockatoo |
Thems cockatoos |
Thems Bairns |
Thas the message |
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