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The Road to Ruin

by Gregory M. Dillon © 1996

G’Day I know there is Doom and Gloom on everything at the moment. We have survived before and we will again. This
is just a little something to think about along the way. Enjoy what you do friends.
The following poem was one I wrote in 1996 and it amazes me still, when I look around all the country towns and see
small factories closed down and gone to ruin – Butter and cheese, Meat abattoirs, Wool and textiles, Carpentry and
Metal fabrication type works – the list is endless.
These small factories not only employed young and old alike, they provided young people with apprenticeships and a
chance to make something of themselves – Now all we hear about is young people on the dole – using drugs and God Thirty Plus
knows what else. What they have lost is immense – we have to pass the message on to the modern Mega Chains and
the government that it is all wrong. Come out and ask your local supermarket staff, to guide you toward the made in Million Candles
Australia shelves first – before you resort to buying from overseas.
Greg
This ANZAC Day 2020 is like none we’ve seen before,
This virus has spiralled a lock down to cool its global core,
But we’ll honour both sides and their fallen and all who went to war.

On this ANZAC morn we’ll “light the dawn”, from the Cape to the
Coromandel’s,
Aussie-Kiwi’s in a conga line, in ugg boots, thongs and sandals,
Shoulder to shoulder, knee to knee, with our Thirty Plus Million
Candles.

I was reading in the paper just the other day;
an article on a little country town.
The writer was a local, giving out a pay. I used to love fishing
What he wrote would turn a black snake brown.

It seems, his town was almost self sufficient; before the pandemic
like a small town really ought to be.
Until its do-good council, looking for efficiency;
decided they would sell outside: The local factory.
The new owners of the factory in wisdom tooth and nail.
Decided they would close the joint forthwith.
Their first line of business was to hold a clearance sale:
Sack the Factory workers no leeway would they give.
Maybe in the city, these things happen every day;
Small business gobbled up by mega chains.
Country towns don’t need it - their life-blood must stay.
Or the vultures will pick over their remains.
It really makes one wonder what the place is coming to.
When our leaders sell Australia overseas:
The idiom of UP THE CREEK seems so very true;
They’ll bring “Australia” down upon her knees.
But maybe that’s the plan, to sell Australia out:
To make us bow and scrape, to one command:
One world governing body, Is the rumour that’s about.
The factions in our country are sure to lend a hand.
I am no politician, and I don’t profess to be. But now the fish are
My hate is what they’re doing to this great land.
Australia and her people must forever remain free. keeping 1.5 metres apart,
Toward this end Australians, must always make a stand.
BUY AUSTRALIAN. I can’t catch a thing.

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