I often wonder why we are no longer a Lucky Country. And the reasons have been staring me in the face for some time and yet I refused to see the stark reality of it all.
We keep giving power to morons who are only concerned with their own egos. Bandt’s tantrums and behaviour to the people he should be serving is totally unacceptable.
No doubt there is much activity in a very dark room where political correctness and woke are breeding,
Luv ya all or at least most of you.
George
Our Sacred Flag Is Not For Sale
Our proud flag was with life long before me and you
Some who speak poorly of our beacon wish it a quick adieu
While we, a mute majority, would weep in sorrow
Our heads drooped in shame in all our tomorrows
Oh, such betrayal by political chameleons so sly
Hidden agendas, masked by falsehoods bleed Treasury dry
Greedy green pockets heavy with gold and Castles galore
Hidden daggers to murder our flag and all it stands for
Their agenda has no Southern Cross to guide us well
No footprint of proud history to our infants for us to tell
Distorted deeds of those who gave sweat blood and tears
Ignorant of a flag of freedom and unity with no chains of fear
Why do such Suits offend and spoil annual joyful scenes?
Where a sea of beloved Aussie flags waving in triumph is seen
Are they blind to all Races, black to white, striving as one?
Under one flag, seeking the same national goals until life is done
We salute the fallen, draped with our flag at their final farewell
A National signal of pride, respect and honour for Kin to tell
So which elected Suits would shun such heroes passing by
Covered in such sacred cloth for which they did serve and die?
Recall our flag’s past with fiery heart and bursting pride
Seize it, be it in peace, war or Nature taking us for a rough ride
Despite peril, hunger and misery, our flag stands tall
Snapping in the breeze, telling us, “all for one and one for all”
Stand fast, True Blues, and brace in this hateful storm
Our flag will still fly, surrounded by brightness of early dawn
Listen carefully, and ghostly echoes of cheering you will hear
Past generations, their spirits still with us, ‘neath a flag so dear
George Mansford ©June 2022
