It is ominous,

A creeping black shadow of catastrophe,

Of impending doom,

That the Australian voters should be so crass,

So unthinkingly short sighted,

As to return the Labor Government,

For another three years.

This first day of May

Is tinged with apprehension ,

And the knowledge that within two days,

Or three,

Our country will self-elect a regime,

Hell bent on returning this place

To an almost neanderthal existence.

Those who decry our mining,

Our manufacturing,

Our extraction and sale of resources,

Who envy the initiative

Of those doing well,

Will clap their hands in glee,

As our country collapses.

And becomes a ‘minor’ on the world stage.

Anti coal,

Anti gas,

Anti uranium and nuclear power,

Anti livestock export,

Anti salmon farming,

Anti agicultural land preservation,

Anti Christmas, Easter, Australia Day, Anzac Day, and so much more.

Once a magestic country,

Australia,

Is now a sad joke.