05 September 2012

Treasure Island


Within our happy harbourside retreat
we celebrate a life that’s rich and free
as round the barbie with our friends we meet
or watch the footy final on TV.

Our leaders stop the boats, turn back the tide
of those who seek to storm our country’s gates,
to let them know that God’s not on their side
nor will we ever count them as our mates.

The people smugglers cram them in the hold
of boats that are already overfull,
so join the queue, no need to bribe with gold,
and get a proper visa in Kabul.

Or if we must, illegals to prevent,
we’ll just excise the whole damn continent.