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~~~ "Send 'er down 'ughie" ~~~
"Send 'er down 'ughie," He cries in vain,
Praying and hoping that it was going to rain.
He'd been to church and prayed that today would be the day,
That the good Lord he prayed to, was going to make it rain.
But, the sky was blue, as blue as skies could be;
And he had no answers how; he could save his family.
The drought had got him, he had no way of getting out,
And in his heart he'd always shout, "Send 'er down "ughie."
He looked out to the west, and felt the pain that crossed his breast,
No rain he signed, not a cloud, enough to bring a crowd.
His heart it sank, deeper than his heart had sunk before,
Looking up and seeing not a sign, nothing,
He puts his hands to his mouth and shouts,
"Send 'er down "ughie," Still no reply to his cry.
Ambling back to his house his feet drag and his back sags,
Sagging from the burden of his loss.
"Tomorra'," He says, "Maybe it will rain, but by gee's the pain
Of waitin' and prayin' 'an sometimes cryin'.
This land is dry; this land is crackin', slowly turnin' to dust,
The cotton and the wheat, the barley, corn, dryin', dyin' and forlorn."
Christ he cries, "Why do you punish me beyond my redemption,
Have I not followed your teachings and your laws?"
He sits with his head in his hands and pleads,
"Send 'er down "ughie."
Disappointment becomes reality, and he knows,
That unless it rains, he's got nothing at all to show.
Slowly, he makes a move towards the choice he has to make,
"Pack ya' bags," He says, "It's no use stayin' 'ere, we're beat.
The dams are dry and cracked; it'll take ten inches of rain to fix 'em,
And even then they'll probably leak, oh well it's bloody hell."
The concrete that lines the tanks lay on the floor, dried and broken,
And every cloud he sees, he cries to his Lord; "Send 'er down "ughie."
October 13, 2000
~~ 403 ~~
~~~ Who Will? ~~~
Concrete walls contain the swill, in this cesspool we call life,
Or has the evil ways of man only just begun,
When that time, has come to us, when we can take no more,
Who will survive this hatred, who will survive this greed?
October 25, 2000
~~ 460 ~~
~~~ The Trees They Cry Upon the Wind ~~~
The trees they cry upon the wind,
June 23, 2001
~~ 461 ~~
~~~ The Axemen's Ring ~~~
The rain and mist falls gently
A platypus digs into its bank
This rainforest in Australia is
©June 25, 2001
~~ 516 ~~
~~~ Not So Sunny Queensland ~~~
Good bye to sunny Queensland,
Of the people that I met up here,
They have no brains, of that I'm sure,
Come to sunny Queensland,
© November 3, 2001
~~ 517 ~~
~~~ Queensland Trawlers ~~~
There ain't no fish in Queensland,
They tell their yarns of all those fish,
We tried our luck at fishin',
We called our local member,
So we took his word as gospel,
As we watched another trawler,
And the seagulls swoop behind it,
So the fish they haven't got a hope,
So we threw away our fishing rods,
Then we sit and watch the TV set,
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There ain't no fish in Queensland,
They blame the Asian poachers,
© November 4, 2001
~~ 559~~
~~~ The Circle of Man ~~~
It started at a point in time, when the world was young,
Days were never thought of, nights were nothing less,
And as it flew expansion grew creating, all the stars,
Mountains grew from out those seas to reach up to the skies,
Those lighting storms turned gas to rain that cooled the earth below,
The clouds then formed across the sky to make the needed rains,
The first of life was singled celled, this is what they say,
Dinosaurs then roamed the land and skies for many years,
Man at first selected fruits, a diet that he would eat,
And as the years went passing by, man progressed it seems,
And when he looked up to the skies, when the moon blocked out the sun,
The wisest ones had warned the rest, that the gods retained great power,
Then, man waged war upon his own to prove who's god was right,
Soon a man with donkey came, with a woman on its back,
Jesus Christ he tried his best, but, he failed to succeed,
Two thousand years of time has past, since that point in time,
But, those who spread the word of God, had somehow lost their way,
And man had better weapon's too, and ways to kill his own,
Then, the sun would freeze the earth again, and who then would survive,
© April 28, 2002
Is there not a word that man can say to keep him free from strife.
Black clouds come and form above, the weak and poor mans head,
To rain upon those tortured souls, of the maimed and of the dead.
Has man not yet been satisfied, with his need to rob and steal?
And satisfied his bloodlust urges that once he used to feel.
And will he scorch what we have left with power from the sun.
Or will he use his crazy men, or his brainwashed ones,
And send them in to battle us with their bayonets and their guns.
Or will he just, sit back and wait until, we can't afford to live,
And take what little we have got, until, we've got nothing left to give.
And our country turns to anarchy then turns to civil war.
And black man fights with white man and father fights his son,
And mother fights her daughter, that's when the ends begun.
We'll burn and kill our neighbours, the ones we once called friend,
And God will leave his heaven for, the beginning of the end.
Who will come and help us out within our hour of need?
Who will clean the rotting corpse of death when it is rife?
Who will plant and tend the crops to sustain our daily life?
Who will rebuild the shattered souls of those who once did care?
And who will clean the atmosphere so we can breathe clean air?
like many times before,
Those ones that met the cutters axe
will never grow no more.
The bark it lays like shedded skin,
diss-guarded years ago,
And branches trimmed from their main trunks,
has now will never grow.
The cutters axe has left its mark,
a scar upon this land,
They stripped it bare of all that grows,
tall, beautiful and grand.
The plough then cuts the soil below,
just like a surgeons knife,
To rip the roots that was the source,
to give the trees their life.
Man he cares not much of trees,
he just cuts the landscape bare,
It is as if he hates those trees,
and he does not want them there.
But, time will come when man will find,
when trees no longer cry
The earth itself, will breath no more
then self-destruct, and die.
through the timbers tall,
And the breeze it blows around the trees
to bring the bell birds call,
The rambling, little bubbling brook
wanders down its ferny glade,
Between the wild bush orchard
of every hue that nature made.
for a meal of grubs and worms,
And the lyrebird shows off it tail
as its mating call returns,
A wombat peers from out its hole
when a wallaroo appears,
And a water rat runs quickly past
As a tiger snake comes near.
a many splendid thing,
But, it's often stilled to silence
by the deathly axemen's ring,
The ring of death has entered
this sanctuary, of our wild bush friends,
As the axemen bring this wonderland
to its final end.
I'm glad to say farewell,
I'm not sorry that I'm leaving,
'Cos, Queensland is not so swell.
I came here, with an open mind,
And to have a look around,
But I got sick, flamin' crook,
And was near put in the ground.
Some were not too bad,
But most of them are mean as piss,
Which, was sorta' flamin'sad.
And ig-nor-ance is just one word,
And rudeness is the other,
And stupidness to say the least,
As they poison, one another.
As they spray their crops and weeds,
With chemicals that have been banned,
In Oz and overseas.
They kill their kids with what they spray
And the ones that don't, turn queer,
So, if their poisons they don't get ya',
They'll get ya' with their beer.
Their Premier flamin' cried,
I did that, near payed the price,
And nearly flamin died.
So, I'm headen' back to WA,
Where you have no price to pay,
From the poisons here in Queensland,
And that beer "Matilda Bay".
The trawlers took 'em all,
They rape the sea with baited hooks,
And with nets the quota's fall.
Left there in the sea,
But is there any left at all,
To feed both you and me.
On the beach and on the rocks,
And all we caught was just a cold,
So we did our flamin' blocks.
To tell him of our plight,
He told us not to worry,
'Cos the fish were off the bite.
And we fished on change of tide,
But, no matter what we used for bait,
We couldn't catch one, if we tried.
Just twenty yards from shore,
With their nets right on the sand,
To make sure, there weren't no more.
To scoop the fish from out the sea,
That was dumped there by that trawler,
To small for you and me.
In this backwards Queensland state,
'Cos the trawlers take the flamin' lot,
And leave nothin' for our plate.
Our hooks and lines and reel,
Now, we buy our fish from down the shop
If we want one for a meal.
With it steamin' in a dish,
And watch a Rex Hunt re-run,
On how to catch a fish.
The trawlers took 'em all,
They rape the sea with baited hooks,
And with nets the quota's fall.
As their fish stocks disappear,
But those trawlers here in Queensland,
Just haven't any idea.
In fact it started long before time itself begun.
The outer was a mass of gas the inner just the same,
And everything was very small nothing was to gain.
Until a bang, a mighty bang made every thing a mess.
Little bits of matter flew, north and south and west,
And little bits flew to the east, just like all the rest.
And planets formed to make the Earth, Jupiter and Mars.
And moons appeared in the skies, in ones and twos and more,
To spin around those planets, to bring the seas to shore.
And fire and stones and gas and dust flew, from out their eyes.
And rivers ran of molten heat that burnt the land to form,
Valleys deep and gorges wide to attract the lighting storm.
And rivers formed and cut the rocks with power fast and slow.
With each rock the water touched, a grain of sand it stole,
And took it down into the sea of which it was its goal.
To quench the thirst of grass to grow to fill the barren plains.
Those grasses grew to cover land and then to form great trees,
To house the birds that were to come and feed the waiting bees.
But life itself had just begun, and it was here to stay.
Then single cells split into two then moved from sea to land,
And somewhere within that time, Homo-sapiens made a stand.
Then the sun went cold and froze the land to make them disappear.
But man survived we don't know how, in his miss-shapened form,
Then, he lit his fires inside a cave, to keep him safe and warm.
But when he learnt what fire could do, he changed his diet to meat.
He made crude weapons to catch his food, spears tipped with stone,
And when the meat came scarce to catch, he'd cannibalise his own.
To building boats and catching fish, in oceans and in streams.
And he learn to plant out crops of grain to make his daily bread,
And to bury those who passed away, not cannibalise his dead.
Fear, filled his inner self, and he had, nowhere to run.
The wisest ones proclaimed to all, the gods had shown disdain,
And when the earth it shook and moved, it was the gods again.
And to build an alter to sacrifice, upon a mighty tower.
The Incas they built pyramids, to reach the gods up in the sky,
Others built them out of wood for, their sacrifice to die.
Man travelled far to distant lands to take his senseless fight.
And men died by the thousands, far from whence they came,
The world had changed forevermore; it would never be the same.
She had child behind an Inn, in a manger in a shack.
Jesus Christ was that child, born behind that Inn,
The Son of God was sent to earth, to free man of his sin.
Because, man himself was blinded by, lust and hate and greed.
A few who took the word of God, watched against their will,
As Jesus Christ was crucified, with others on a hill.
The descendents from those few back then, think they are divine.
They, built churches in most every town, with spires and with steeples,
So man could pray unto that God, to become much better people.
They took, the innocence of little boys with their demented play.
And when those boys called out for help, to their so called God,
All they got for all their pain was more pain from the rod.
Guns and rays and poison, to reduce mans flesh to bone.
And bombs so big and powerful to devastate this land,
And all it needs is one mad fool, to have that power in his hand.
And if they did where is the food to keep them all alive?
Then man would turn to cannibals and eat their own again,
And slowly man would disappear, destroyed by poison rain.