A LAND OF BURNING PLAINS I weep for you, Australia. It is different today. You may be prone to failure, But I love you anyway. I remember times of hatred. Caldwell never got it right. He was the man who once had said “Two Wongs, never make a white” The Migrants came from many lands, Of course they were accepted. Religion followed many strands. Nobody was rejected. They planted seeds of new ideas. Their taste in food has flourished. New restaurants. And it appears We were not undernourished. They blended in. They learnt our ways, But kept the home fires burning. A blend of cultures. Happy days. The rest of us were learning. Those days are gone. Times now seem odd. This is an age of violence. New migrants bring a different God And they demand our silence. It is the fundamentalist Who plans for our destruction He has his rights and will insist. He has a sacred mission. It is his plan to take control. Destroying other cultures. A dedication to his goal. Just one of hungry vultures There are some folk who will not see, Just what it is that matters. If they achieve a victory, Our way of life in tatters. These are the people who have said “The fault is in our system” We must accept the lies they spread For God’s sake don’t dismiss them. Whilst we have shown them tolerance, They show no toleration. Their homelands take an evil stance. Hate fills them with elation. Appease! Ignore what we have said. Trot out the lame excuses. No words of reason, but instead A flow of vile abuses .
Posted on: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 11:48:53 +0000
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