It's classified; it's classified,
the dirty secret's classified:
you're pacified; you're pacified -
your bloody veins are open wide.You cannot tell the truth in Oz
about the black-op murders done
with dirty thumbs, Afghanistan,
for 'Truth Will Out' is no 'because'.For Oz has started down the road
that leads to Riyadh and Beijing,
attack the Journalistic code
that all should celebrate and sing.You cannot tell the truth in Oz
about abuse of refugees,
or courts will bring you to your knees:
state secrets are an evil cause.For Oz has started down the track
that leads to Riyadh and Beijing:
it's hard to get your freedom back
once you let them trash the thing.Assailing your main broadcaster
's a step towards barbarity;
play Scoundrel's Refuge, hoot and roar
for Nation and Security.For Oz has started down the way
that leads to Beijing and Riyadh
you cannot let them win the day
or zipper-up the voice you had.
YOU ARE READING
Potatoes
PoetryHot, Sweet, Saucy, Spicy - always filling/fattening. Donder - vb. To blunder about aimlessly, not knowing what the feck one is at.