Wickedness above all else
\nDishonesty and heinousness
\nThe uncorrupted undefiled
\nMisunderstood just meek and mild
\nTheir guiltlessness captivity
\nOur moral weakness and flagrancy
\nIt\u2019s all sharp practice all the time
\nElevated by the climb
\nForce majeure and immunity
\nWe exempt ourselves from their tragedy
\nWe make excuses we disrespect
\nNo code of honour can we detect
\nThey show no anger to our offence
\nThey suffer greatly with a sense
\nOf humility offended by
\nThe state of mind and the reason why
\nIt\u2019s the hopelessness and the desperation
\nThere\u2019s no way out a resignation
\nThey are on our treadmill morning till night
\nIt\u2019s the daily round and they have to fight
\nTheir corner always a soulless thing
\nA joyless dreary meandering<\/p>\n
Live exports misery and more
\nA wretchedness of what\u2019s it for
\nMortification and remorse
\nBeing homesick yes of course
\nHarshness roughness severity
\nPersecuted constantly
\nA consignment, thus we be
\nA transfer, of property
\nPass the buck pawn us all
\nAnd now our backs are against the wall
\nAbandoned really on the sea
\nConned now by the functionary
\nShackled together in a hold
\nBounced about since we\u2019ve been sold
\nAn open dungeon a smelly hole
\nLost in fact Without a role
\nReduced in fact to slavery
\nTo bondage through captivity
\nDisadvantaged and oppressed
\nUnder the yoke and on a test<\/p>\n
Trouble ahead we understand
\nWe are in poor shape another land
\nThe Middle East our destination
\nCalamitous a conflagration
\nOf anger fire and subjugation
\nLuckless hapless such a nation
\nTruthfully such adversity
\nFeelings of bellicosity
\nStreet noise hot sun sand about
\nscraps and skirmishes little doubt
\nPoked and pushed blinkered and led
\nDown the gangplank seeing red
\nFormalistic and severe
\nUncompromising around here
\nHeavy handed voices shouting
\nCoerced the discipline that no one\u2019s doubting
\nIt\u2019s suffering now all the way
\nOur grief and sadness all they say
\nIs too bad we are nothing more
\nThan money in the bank for sure
\nWretchedness and misery
\nAnd bouts of such anxiety
\nQualities that live animals feel
\nWhen their painfulness is real<\/p>\n
Australian Farmers what do they care
\nthey wiped their hands of us despair
\nOur lamentation our blubbering days
\nThe grief and the sorrow the darkest malaise
\nThe groans and the snivels the moans and the whines
\nThe shrieks and the yells all those sad signs
\nThe snarling and snapping the frowning the yapping
\nThe foul mouthed the scurrilous cold blooded sapping
\nHalal and what\u2019s worse the scourge and the fright
\nDeath the last agony and our souls flight<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Wickedness above all else Dishonesty and heinousness The uncorrupted undefiled Misunderstood just meek and mild Their guiltlessness captivity Our moral weakness and flagrancy It\u2019s all sharp practice all the time Elevated by the climb Force majeure and immunity We exempt … Continue reading