THE WILD COLONIAL BOY, 2003 by John Nye
With apologies to the memory of Jack Doolan, Jack Donahoe, Ned Kelly and
other Australian bushrangers, in truth and fiction, celebrated in many
folk tales and ballads. It is not intended to suggest that their deeds
are in any way morally equivalent to the crimes of George W Bush.
‘Tis of a wild Colonial boy, George Dubbya was his name.
It was from down in deepest Texas, to Washington he came.
Though it was his brother Jeb, who was his father’s pride and joy
His family all threw their weight behind the wild Colonial boy.
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Come all you greedy psychopaths, we’ll send the bombers high.
Though the guilty will not suffer and the innocent will die
We’ll bomb the Afghan valleys and the deserts of Iraq
As we create a new world order, who next will we attack?
A Texas village lost its idiot, when they made George President
After the Florida ballot was rigged, by a brother who was bent.
He struck thousands from the register, so their votes they couldn’t employ.
All because they might not support the wild Colonial boy.
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When he got to the White House, George gathered around him a grisly crew.
There was Powell, Rumsfeld, Condoleeza Rice and old Dick Cheney too.
All had a savage history; about their crimes they were not coy
And they all swore to serve loyally the wild Colonial boy.
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The oil, tobacco and drug companies now came for their return.
Their price was all the trade agreements that would be overturned
And no restriction on greenhouse gasses, though the air they would destroy.
Because they’d bought the election for the wild Colonial boy.
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When some folks subjected his people to a cowardly attack
George’s thought was not of justice but of how he could hit back.
When he gathered up a posse, like some Sergio Leone cowboy,
He became the leader of the lynch mob, did the wild Colonial boy.
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George demanded that the world approve any resolution he might lay
But said if they didn’t support his action, he’d take it anyway.
He insisted that his enemies remove the very weapons he planned to deploy,
While the world wondered at the hypocrisy of the wild Colonial boy.
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So now the rule of the vigilante has replaced the rule of law –
Not what he American people planned when they elected President Gore.
But there will, one day, come a time when the world will dance with joy
And we’ll dump, on the rubbish heap of history, the wild Colonial boy.
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