It’s that time of year again
That our nationwide unites
We come together in crowds of joy
And leave in blood drawn fights.
Yes it’s time to commemorate
This great country that we share
A day under the microscope
That should make us more aware.
We gather wearing thongs and swimmers
And a flag upon our back
As if that somehow justifies
The compassion we seem to lack.
We see a lady in a headscarf
Or a man with different skin
And our narrow little minds
Cause our consciences to wear thin.
We think that Australia Day
Is about being as Aussie as they come
About drinking beer with our mates
And showing the outsiders we’ve won.
But did we ever stop to think
Of what it means to be Australians?
That caring for our fellow people
Includes the ones we’ve branded aliens
We pride ourselves on being Australian
But look around what do you see?
A country full of men and women
Living in hypocrisy
We’ve claimed that we’re a multicultural country
We say we accept every race
But we’re intolerant beyond ourselves
In this nightmare of disgrace.
So put away the alcohol
We’re already blind in every way.
I just hope I live to see a time
When we can truly celebrate Australia Day.
Inside this exterior, over which the eye might have roved there was the record of a pulsing life, which had learnt too well for its years – Thomas Har