Here is a poem I found on an Australian website, just thought I would post it here for you to read.
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 you 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 personally, 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 and your gutless crowd.
So get your act together - you\'ll never win because
What you\'re really up against is the spirit that is OZ.
