The Bali Poem

Thanks to Roy Holder and his friend who wrote this poem

Good on ya   mate

You hurt us bombing Bali, but we can take the pain,

But if you think you'll beat us, you can think a-bloody-gain
 
We battled at Gallipoli and we fought the bloody Hun

Of all the arseholes we've had to face, you're just another one

You won't get your hands dirty, you won't fire a gun

Whenever danger threatens, you just pack your gear and run
 
You brainwash innocent children to do your evil deeds

Careful not to let them know just where it really leads

You get them to believe all your bigotry and lying

Until they cannot see that there's no glory in their dying

Now we'd like to pose a question, answer if you can

Where does your holy book tell you to kill your fellow man?

Now listen hard and listen well, we're giving you the word

You're never gonna beat us, you spineless bloody turd

You'd never face us man-to-man; you haven't got the guts

You know that if you ever did, we'd have your bloody nuts

Our spirit is unbroken, and our heads are still unbowed
 
We sure as hell aren't scared of you, nor your crazy gutless crowd

So get your act together -- you'll never win because

What you're really up against is the spirit that is OZ!