BOOK BURNING

Book burning’s back in favour
And Old Bony’s on the nose,
In a garden where but lies are seeded
And only evil grows.

A white man cannot be black
This is the truth indeed,
Purity of black ideals
Is what they say we need.

Australia was a land of truth
But the truth is now unknown,
In a place where only lies flourish
And evil seeds are sown.

For democracy is an illusion
And confusion is in style,
Truth and justice both have flown
While “correctness” does defile.

For Bony is a white man’s dream
And white’s have got to go,
From this land of fallen hopes
Where truth is on the nose.

A land that dreamt of equality
But equality has gone,
The lucky country is now unlucky
When all is said and done.

For Kauris have the copyright
On their race, their face, their clothes,
And white men have to stay inline
And Bony’s got to go.

THE END
© Copyright 2021 Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia