Guardians of Peace

Crossing hostile waters at night, besieged by shinning moonlight, and the stream of garbage in the river, we've come to fight, for glory, a winning struggle, until we lose our raft to the rapids and swim to the left bank, sufficiently crazy to entertain a surprise attack, but we're spotted by their sharpshooters picking us up one by one, so when my time came to act as the last frontier, I was given a new chance to protect myself by letting them know how I've won the lottery to Australia, thinking will the Ausies like my new clothes? Each of us is a limit to the other.