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"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
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