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.
