MOVE OVER  DOROTHEA MACKELLAR
Australia...Great  poem....makes you think

When the  shearing sheds are silent and the stock camps  fallen quiet
When the gidgee coals no longer  glow across the outback night
And the bush is  forced to hang a sign, '. gone broke and won't be  back'
And spirits fear to find a way beyond the  beaten track

 When  harvesters stand derelict upon the wind swept  plains
And brave hearts pin their hopes no more  on chance of loving rains 
When a  hundred outback settlements are ghost towns  overnight
When we've lost the drive and heart  we had to once more see us right

When  'Pioneer' means a stereo and 'Digger' some  backhoe
And the 'Outback' is behind the house.  there's nowhere else to go
And 'Anzac' is a  biscuit brand and probably foreign owned
And  education really means brainwashed and neatly  cloned

When you  have to bake a loaf of bread to make a decent  crust
And our heritage once enshrined in gold  is crumbling to dust
And old folk pay their  camping fees on land for which they fought
And  fishing is a great escape; that is until you're  caught

When you see  our kids with yankee caps and resentment in their  eyes
And the soaring crime and hopeless hearts  is no longer a surprise
When the name of RM  Williams is a yuppie clothing brand
Not a  product of our heritage that grew off the  land

When  offering a hand makes people think you'll  amputate
And two dogs meeting in the street is  what you call a 'Mate'
When 'Political  Correctness' has replaced all common sense
When  you're forced to see it their way, there's no  sitting on the fence

Yes one day  you might find yourself an outcast in this  land
Perhaps your heart will tell you then, ' I  should have made a stand'
Just go and ask the  farmers that should remove all doubt
Then join  the swelling ranks who say, ' Don't sell  Australia out'.

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