The Rich
Of course you know the super rich,
The rich miners use you as their bytch
The propaganda tells you what to think,
The morality is cast aside, in a blink,
It really isn’t funny,
she’s on the nose yes honey, (ex Premier Anna)
and so you’ve cause to think,
all for lots of money.
(miners don’t want the tax might lose em a few pennys? )
Morality it is gone,
when leaders scream about the miners tax,
Who do you think owns the bytch,
Import cheap labor, Jack.
The rich owned television and the papers too,
are biased in their telling of what is really true,
The forked tongue of the master,
Is seen in every word,
Otherwise your sacked ol mate, after,
If the truth, IT you do employ.
But the master is there for the master,
Not for the working clown,
Menzies dropped 12 atom bombs hereafter, (1955-56)
Was made sir an and the gartered clown,
We had 12,000 dead after the atom bomb,
But they swept it under the carpet,
the land of the convict strain, lived on.
(ABC shop or sbs will have the video)
Don
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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