Of the Economic Goose
First of all came Robin Hood
His motives now seemed very good
Later Followed in the States
Big Al Capone and all his mates
They prospered t'ill their terms of trade
Extortion! labelled, were forbade.
Our politicians, now more wise
Keep prattling on, in their disguise.
Of recent raids though, one still shocks
They didn't have to pick the locks
From our banks, to our surprise
The charges just materialise.
From Canberra they take the biggest slice
While each State learned it, in a trice
How meekly, their demands were met
And promptly cast a wider net.
With countless Council's near and wide
There's nothing left for us to hide.
Meanwhile the golden goose we bred
And through years of patient nurture fed
Her plumage now, all but plucked
Finds her very life blood too, is sucked
So it should come as no surprise
When told she's struggling to survive.
The gosling's life, if to advance
For all our welfare to enhance
Requires politic change of heart
More concessions, on the Union's part
For the policies of late, have failed
And our economic ship has sailed.
For if our pollies had been right
Would we be now in such a plight
What will it take to teach
These Icons, used to prance and preach
But the situation, to be reversed
Requires new moves, they've not rehearsed
But still the public hatchet men
Keep whittling on, as is their ken
Until one day at last we find
Blood stains the wheel on which they grind
And although sad, it must be said
Our goose may very soon be dead.
Why should our politicians not be told
That the last egg laid was not of gold
Its substance just a freeman's toil
And produce from the farmer's soil.
But could her last egg, still be hatched
Before its seen and too, is snatched.
Now if the shackles were released
And the wheels of business, newly greased
The apathy with which we're cursed
Could very quickly be reversed
Then what improvement there might be
In the state of our economy.
And if the statutes all were freed
Of red tape, antiquity and State greed
Then perhaps we could detect
On our leaders, some spark of new respect
For now at best, when they are praised
The accolades are from their own ranks raised.
What will it take to have them hold
That all that glitters is not gold
And while we mean no disrespect
These claims we ask, can they reject
Or will our new goose too, be shot
Or less subtly strangled in its cot
Meanwhile we languish in our sleep
And suffer fools, without a peep
Until at last, put to the test
We can not let this matter rest.
Wake up Australia! take a stand
Of politics, your rights demand.
Rodd Sherwin ©