Ode to the Passing of Australia
Goodbye Australia, land of twelve sunshines,
diggers who fought in two world wars.
Goodbye to village shops and green that squatted
at the butcher's verge, the baker's, news-agencies.
Say goodbye to your youth's milkbar, beach sand
on the floor, flipped by rubber thongs. Farewell
old Australia, taking down the picket fence
for lung disease, smokers puffing in the breeze.
Yes! say hello to the GFC, a global empire
of poor economics, minus the rich.
We're all in the pot together, looking
down at who might drown, go down
with Greece, when some of us here
in Oz are being fleeced, by banks,
by corporations, watch the bull market,
watch your dividends daily dwindle.
Invest, invest, dollars and shares, tele-pads,
kindles, communications, it's all the same,
K-Mart, A-Mart, every town the same,
Target, Coles, Myer, Harvey Norman.
He's moving town, exchanging dollars
for a changing a world of tourists' frowns,
discover his low down moaning, his wealth,
his large store in Dublin-Cork-Ireland.
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