THE BALI REMEMBRANCE POEM
You hurt us, bombing Bali, but we can take the pain,
But if you think you’ll beat us you can thing a-bloody-gain
We battled a Gallipoli and we fought the bloody Hun
Of all you assholes we’ve had to face you’re just another one
You won’t get your hands dirty; you won’t fire a gun
Whenever danger threatens you just pack your gear and run
You brainwash innocent children to do your evil deeds
Careful not to let them know just where it really leads.
You get them to believe all your bigotry and lying
Until they cannot see that there’s no glory in their dying.
Now we’d like to pose a question; answer if you can:
“Where does your Holy Book tell you to kill your fellow man?”
Now listen hard and listen well; we’re giving you the word
You’re never gonna beat us you spineless bloody turd
You’ll never face us personally; you haven’t got the guts
You know that if you did, we’d have your bloody nuts
Our spirit is unbroken, and our heads are still unbowed
We sure as hell aren’t scared of you and your gutless crowd.
So get your act together… you’ll never win because
What you’re really up against is the spirit that is OZ…
All Photographs ©Copyright January 2005 by Michael Reynolds