As I watched the morning
news today, I saw our toughest folk
Trying to
maintain their livelihood, even though they’re stony broke
I watched their cattle
thin and starving, sheep that looked the same
I saw farmers who
had nothing left; felt their frustration, felt their pain
There’d been no
rain for three long years, then Abbott came to town
For a
self-indulgent interview, and then the rain came tumbling down
Hard rain on tin such
a welcome sound, drowned out the desperation
But months of
rain like this they need, before life’s good on the station
As they told their
struggling stories, tears welled in my eyes
Their strength
and perseverance, they kept up their positive guise
Sixteen-hour
days, seven days a week, they toil for no reward
They won’t give
up, they will not give in, ‘til their land it is restored
But suicide and
broken families, the men struggle to carry on
What once was a comfortable
lifestyle, is very much long gone
When will the
tide turn in their favour, when will the drought come to an end
When will their
stock return to health, so to market they can send
Our farmers need
a helping hand, to keep their lives on track
They’re not
asking for a handout, when life’s good they’ll give it back
We hand out funds
to losers, without a second thought
Lazy buggers who will
not work, whose contribution comes to naught
Tony’s visit was
very grand, but unless he helps them go the distance
He might as well
have stayed at home, our farmer’s need assistance
Those on the land
they are our backbone, we need them to do well
If they need our
help we should put in, and buy what it is they sell
The tide will turn,
the rain will come, their land it will recover
The days of old
they will come back, good times they will discover
But until they
do, they need our help, our support to keep on going
And when the
skies they open up, their rivers will start flowing
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