My take on why Section 18c must be repealed
Hey scaredy cats, you’re such a bunch of fools;
Don’t be afraid of these Islamic tools.
Sure, some will end up cold and dead,
But hey! sleep soundly in your bed –
It’s much more likely you will win the pools.
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Hello, London calling – you know where we are.
Come visit, you tourists – it’s not very far.
See our lovely city –
Its bridges – so pretty.
(Just watch that you don’t get run down by a car)
The U.S. is the land of the free
For its first amendment you see
Guarantees free expression,
While here reigns repression –
Australia chokes on 18C.
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A terrorist attack! – who could it be?
The Seventh Day Adventists spring to mind,
But there are lots of others – let me see –
The Buddhists? No, I doubt that they’re inclined
To knife or shoot – they’re really much too kind.
But what about the Mormons? – maybe they
Are angry. (in the past they’ve been maligned)
The Hindus? – they could rise up any day,
And so too could the Catholics – how they pray!
Are Protestants more likely to rebel?
Perhaps, but it’s too early yet to say.
It may be Hari Krishnans – who can tell?
I’m running out of suspects – Sikhs perhaps?
Or could it be Confucians – Chinese chaps?
Leonardo of old – what a brain.
Every aspect of art his domain,
And in science – he sought facts;
This pretender just acts.
Leonardo the new – quite insane.
Most people don’t wish to wage war;
They’re sickened by gristle and gore.
It isn’t the masses,
It’s men from madrasahs –
These fiends are the rot at the core.
In the depths of the marshes they dwell.
They are used to the mud and the smell.
Threaten them and they’ll bite;
They’ll all put up a fight –
Drain the swamp? They will scream: “Go to Hell!”
For the swamp’s a pristine habitat
For the ‘gator and the water-rat,
And the eel and the snake;
They are all on the take,
So they take and they take and grow fat.
Our mission – get rid of the Swedes.
Replace them with various breeds.
We’ll remove what they see
As their identity,
And it’s started – we’ve planted the seeds.