OUR Southern Cross

Banjo would cringe at this modern day mess
Old Saltbush Bill would yell out in distress,
The Southern Cross shines, though it seems she might know
Her luminance less radiant, on this mess down below,

They sing ‘we are one’, though the voices are strange
And they no longer echo, ‘cross valley and range,
These ‘new found’ Australians, don’t live by our ways
Bringing with them their cultures, demanding it stays,

No pleases or thank-you’s, just “this what we need’
But we sit back and watch them, as our culture bleeds
Their funding? OUR taxes, donations, not earned,
They show no respect as the Aussie flag burns

Crowds in hysterics, threatening violence and pain
If demands are ignored, this is truly insane
And it’s apathy greasing the wheels to demise
The madness unchecked under our very own skies.

How long, if ever, until the masses awake?
And will there be time to correct this mistake?
Our forefathers sweated and bled for the land
And created OUR country by toiling of hand

Speak up and be heard, Stand firm for your rights
Take pride in your culture, And pride that you’re white
Australians true, beneath OUR southern sky
In Pride we must trust , til the day that we die.

Western Bulldog 14/09/2004