When I was so very
much younger, I lived in a pub in the shade of the Bridge
For eighty dollars
a fortnight, I got a bed, a TV and a fridge
Down the road
there was a tall grey building, with fantastic views of our city
Housing for those
with no money, but the building was not very pretty
It’s a wonder it’s
lasted these decades, before it drew the eye of our Mayor
Who looked at the
view of the harbour, and dreamed of a much higher payer
So she put out a
media statement, that building will soon be demolished
Let's get the
developers in there, and put up a structure more polished
Views of the
harbour are costly; it’s a privilege to live by the sea
I won’t be living
there ever, so what they decide is nothing to me
But now we see
occupant anger, as their sense of entitlement rises
Living so nicely
for decades, must have been one of Sydney‘s best prizes
Life is unfair, it’s
not equal, as the wealthy would have us believe
The poor they
rarely get spoiled, but this view the rich can’t conceive
Their own sense
of importance is rising, let’s call in the developers soon
To build some
magnificent mansions. The poor? They can live on the moon
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