On the Road
Alone again and on the road,
Walking with the dusty toed,
Me swag on a back almost bowed,
An outcast me I wonder?
To get a fair wage yes we fought,
From daylight to dark six days for ought,
A slave of the black balled sort, {no job for him}
A persecution wanderer.
Old time shearers stuck together mate,
Formed trade unions in every state,
Went to jail there’s no debate,
Sometimes made a blunder,
To aid the working people poor,
Equality of wealth worth fighting for,
Deprive the stinker rich for sure,
The hog trough leaks, yes under,
We forget just who to trust,
The Liberal party, sacks us, must,
Serves super-rich, the poor are flushed,
Down the gurgler, just like chunder?
{spew}
Don
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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