Being left in streets of woe
By Australian’s who don’t want to know
they already count their dosh
whilst our lives, ofcourse they squash
money grabbers that’s their thing
and we get all the suffering
Abbott and his merry men
apologize,
don’t do that agen
they treat us badly and of course we
cry
not from the pain
but the reason why
we are discarded
and knowing you
wiped your hands of us
that’s our view
Australian Exporters
when it comes to the crunch
you deliver the body punch
yes we bleed
yes we sigh
yes we are hurt
and yes we die
yes we cry
tears of woe
those terrible tears
we regret so
tied up and tortured
and kicked and stabbed
our tails pulled
and our poor eyes jabbed
its terrible torture
which cuts to the core
which you lot at home
you just ignore
We want you to know
that Australia’s lost
everything really
and yes we cry
for we just have
to lay there and die
Knowing Australia doesn’t care
too hoots for us
and the despair
grows in us
just look away
get on with your
lives
and let us pay
let them grind us down
and cut our throat
my tears are real
and what Rex has wrote
Let it cut through you
try to share the pain
we dont expect tears
thats too much strain
but a thought or two
and a better deal
from people who we thought
knew how to feel
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.