“Don’t Sell Australia Out”
When the shearing sheds are silent, and the stock camps fallen quiet,
When the gidgee coals no longer glow across the outback night,
And the bush is forced to hang a sign, ‘gone broke and won’t be back’,
And spirits fear to find a way beyond the beaten track.
When harvesters stand derelict upon the wind-swept plains,
And brave hearts pin their hopes no more on the chance of loving rains,
When a hundred outback settlements are ghost towns overnight,
When we’ve lost the drive and heart, we had to see us right once more.
When ‘Pioneer’ means a stereo and ‘Digger’ some backhoe,
And the ‘Outback’ is behind the house, there’s nowhere else to go.
And ‘Anzac’ is a biscuit brand and probably foreign-owned,
And education really means brainwashed and neatly cloned.
When you must bake a loaf of bread to make a decent crust,
And our heritage once enshrined in gold is crumbling to dust,
And old folk pay their camping fees on land for which they fought,
And fishing is a great escape, this is until you’re caught.
When you see our kids with Yankee caps and resentment in their eyes,
And the soaring crime and hopeless hearts is no longer a surprise,
When the name of RM Williams is a yuppie clothing brand,
And not a product of our heritage that grew off the land.
When offering a hand makes people think you’ll amputate,
And two dogs meeting in the street is what you call a ‘Mate’,
When ‘Political Correctness’ has replaced all common sense,
When you’re forced to see it their way, there’s no sitting on the fence.
Yes, one day you might find yourself an outcast in this land.
Perhaps your heart will tell you then, ‘I should have made a stand’.
Just go and ask the farmers that should remove all doubt,
Then join the swelling ranks who say, ‘Don’t sell Australia out! ‘
Author Credit – Chris Long
Far North Queensland
Men in Jeans made this land, Men in suits are destroying it!!!
