The Federation Cross

Away back in the good old days
when men could find a job;
When money was as good as gold
and tax was just two bob;
When men would work and say with pride
that they weren’t on the dole;
T’was then that politicians came
to play an active role.

“We must unite,” the statesmen said
“in case we have to fight;
We need a central government
to maximise our might.
We’re all Australians too, you see,
not rough colonial folk;
We need a sign to show the world
this nation is no joke.”

“We’ll plan a grand new Commonwealth
of which we can be proud;
We’ll build a national capital
with lakes and parks endowed;
For no expense can be too much
with national pride at stake;
Our children will recall with thanks,
we did it for their sake.”

They confiscated men and tools
to build themselves a home;
It started with a gabbing place
where useful flocks once roamed.
They capped the hills with monuments
and manicured the grounds
And the quarters of their servants
spoilt the land for miles around.

Then their horde of tax collectors
spread like locusts through the land,
And their rules and regulations
drained the cash to lawyers’ hands.
The courts became political
(mere creatures of the State)
The rule of law and common sense
became quite out-of-date.

The people then grew restless at
This cross they had to bear;
“It’s time for us to question
if this road leads anywhere.
What should have been our watch dog
sitting quietly by the gate
Is in the house and now he snarls
if we don’t fill his plate.”

We must dismiss the traitors
who have got us in this mess;
The federation must return
to things it can do best.
Defence is what we hired them for
not meddling in our lives;
If they protect, while we produce
a new dawn will arrive.”

Reproduced by permission. (..... thanks Viv - ND)

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