Analysis of THE DRACONIAN CHANT

A little man named Stevie
Has brought in laws conceived,
To knobble all our freedoms
To bring us only grief.

Draco lives again through Bracks
“Off with their heads!” for any offence,
“Off with their heads!” for making sense
For daring to talk back.

The reign of error is here again
Another madman leads Victoria,
Another feeble-minded dictator
A premier surely insane.

Blacks must rule now, never whites
We’re told this with finality,
As Steve Bracks speaks banalities
Now it’s time to fight.

A woman’s world now; not for men
Every bitch now has her day,
Every politician must be gay
To give all the power to women.

A eunuch among men
Is this foul Bracks thing,
A man who would be king
But acts more like a queen.

Mind games now are all the rage
He wants to have complete control,
Of our minds, our deeds, our souls
And lock away freedom in a cage.

The Nazis ruled with more humanity
Than this very evil, little man,
A reject from the Ku Klux Klan
Bracks prides himself on inanity.

His laws control our very minds
They tell us what to think and say,
How to joke, and how to pray
And how to toe the line.

He’s power-mad; a control-freak
Little better than a circus geek,
He’s made our futures so very bleak
This man, who looks so meek.

Mind-control is on the up
And Victoria leads the herd,
He controls our thoughts and even words
This small man in his cups.

THE END
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Melbourne, Victoria, Australia