It must be wrong when there are no rights

It seems on the surface in this great southern land all we see is raised asses from heads in the sand

Luxurious blinders avert and sustain the myths manufactured by the fools we obtain

through ticking the boxes, and ignoring the views, of those who’re reduced to a page in the news   

The distance of apathy shown to real issues whilst a visit by royalty has us clutching our tissues   

 

A leader who speaks of his Christian ideals, yet nothing of Jesus is found when one deals

with his rhetoric spoken whilst fishing for votes, no love or compassion when turning back boats,

no acceptance of others when damning gay love, there’s nothing reflected below from above,

an Old Testament righteousness bought to the New, a closing of eyes rather than loving view   

 

The indigenous nations are herded and caught in the wastelands outside of acceptable thought,

White washed and simply swept under the rug, forgotten like graves that our forefathers dug,

Darwinian excuses for issues that stem from the cultural destruction by Us of the Them,

pointing the finger and shedding the blame for the acts and abuses in our countries name

 

Those who would dare to rise out of their station and seek to gain entry into this fair nation,

those lacking the luxury of money and time, whose journeys are made through a desperate design,

are treated as criminals, loathed and reviled, sent offshore in limbo, both adult and child,

and we gripe and we moan from our privileged view, without asking the question, just what would you do ? 

 

Supporting our neighbours who pillage and rape, and denying their victims a chance of escape,

our backs remain turned as West Papuans die, as East Timor was ravaged we turned a blind eye,

whilst our leaders shake hands and smile for the press, the struggle for freedom’s dismissed and repressed,

there’s an absence of actions but abundance of words, whilst the cries of the victims continue unheard  

 

A public so blinded by shiny new things they care not of the misery these policies bring,

allowing the fear that they’re taught to control their opinions and viewpoints, a cerebral black hole,

for critical thinking takes effort and time, and convenience rules when for riches we climb,

ignoring the faces of humans that peer from beyond one dimensional constructs of fear  

 

If freedom and rights are not what we put first than conditions for many will keep getting worse,

In the scramble for riches, and promotion of greed, for the few to have much there are many in need,

and no matter what culture, religion or creed, a heart is a heart, and when cut we all bleed 

Rights are worth nothing when applied to the few, and the day might just dawn when they’re taken from you.