Austland…a Poem that sadly describes the Australia many of us know

In Austland we’ve police dogs with muzzles
Less the villain has cause to complain
And to steal from a shop and say ‘sorry’
Means your free with no stain to your name

You had better leave lights on in buildings
When you lock up and go home at night
’cause the burglars might hurt themselves entering
And there’s no way you’ll be in the right

When speaking be wary in Austland
As some terms that you’ve used all your life
Now have connotations unintended
And you’ll end up in all sorts of strife

We elect politicians in Austland
To give us the laws of the land
Yet so many laws care for those from abroad
The whole thing has got out of hand

The borders are open in Austland
And of migrants there’s no keeping track
Just a few of the thousands illegally here
Will ever be caught and sent back

The exception to this is the hero
Who fought for this land in the war
He’s old and he’s sick, he might cost us a bit
So he’s not welcome here anymore

When the history is written of Austland
Historians may just recall
That the craziest people, in what was Australia
Were the public who put up with it all.!!!!!!!!!