Leonardo of old – what a brain.
Every science, every art, his domain.
All his life he sought facts;
This pretender just acts.
A comparison clearly insane.
This is the course we prescribe:
That we allocate each to a tribe.
Our intention we’ll hide
As we split and divide;
Now I’ll come to the clincher – the bribe.
Mosques opening and churches closing.
The gangs on the streets, law opposing,
As women, they cover their faces
And memories fade to mere traces
Of Europe of old, as we knew it;
Its past and the folk who lived through it.
Soon bans on wine, singing, and dancing,
And couples – no public romancing.
The Muslims are flexing their muscles –
It all will be ending in Brussels.
You think that Australia is free?
The well-informed wouldn’t agree.
And those in the fight
Closely watch what they write –
Quake in fear when they hear: “18C”