Poem
My Country
I love a sport mad country,
A land of Barbeques,
Of rusty Holden Utes,
Of A.F.L and cricket too,
I love those great games,
I love her many pubs,
Her beaches and her forests,
This warming land for me.
The hot sauce covered pies,
All tasty to the belly,
The brown tanned skin,
The story of Ned Kelly,
Grey bustle of the city,
Where busy bodies work,
And buildings block sky,
And rubbish the harsh street.
Core of my heart, my country!
Her smog clouded sky,
When sick at heart around us,
We watch the water go-
But then the governments gather,
And we can hear again,
The yelling of some children,
As the caucus meet.
Core of my heart, my country!
Land of American gold,
For war, support and power,
She pays us back threefold,
Over the many cities,
Watch, after many years,
The filthy lust for money,
That thickens as we laze.
