Bushmen are the outcasts of the aussie plains and floods.
while the classic fight for freedom ruins thick in each ones blood.
exlleration keeps theiving while defing law and order.
As the doged the bullets through scrub running for the border.
shots blaze in the air, the lawmen on their tail.
racing for the outpost down at old dustys trail.
They came across the gulley as they turn to run the line.
No bushman dared to take the pull and with a mighty stride,
they raced into a dive.
when they hit the otherside surrounded by a dusty tide.
a mighty feeling of truimph fleared up in each ones soul.
and the bushmen raced the border while the lawmen stood on still.
For the bushmen are the outcast of the aussie plains and floods.
And they will fight for their freeedom for in ruins thick in each ones blood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In the city they mug, dive into alleys and the cops chase them.