Lost The Battle

"Lost The Battle"

He's and old broken battler

Who's down on his luck

Hes got dust stained skin

An old kelpie in his truck

Wearing his town goin' best

He's not hitting the plough

Standing under the big ghost gum

His tears meet the ground

An old tow rope in one hand

Who's even gonna' know?

Eight generations have come before

But here he stands alone

Eight generations have fought

To keep on raising up this land

But an endless drought and corrupt men

Are finally forcing his worn out hand

When money, power, greed and control

Are worth more than ANY one life

AUSTRALIA, how can we deny

That our land is in strife?!

— Bianca Childs 2019