Treasure Island

Dave SmithWhite

(270552 / Sydney)

Violent Night (3)


To the tune of 'Silent Night'

Violent night, gory night.
Beaches crammed as cowards fight.
Booze is mixed in a cocktail of hate.
Racist slurs fixed by talk back debate.
Weep for your country despoiled!
Weep for your country despoiled!

Violent night, gory night.
Intemperate words are heard to incite.
Muslim scapegoats are tethered and named.
Program or pogrom and the need to lay blame.
Admit when the hypocrites lie!
Admit when the hypocrites lie!

Violent night, gory night
Lumpen thugs in drunken flight.
Indian students are beaten and bashed.
Good 'aussie values' distorted and trashed.
Cry for a nation ashamed!
Cry for our nation ashamed!

Submitted: Saturday, February 06, 2010
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