In a realm where azure waves kiss the golden shore,
A figure named Dutton emerges, a harbinger of war.
With eyes like storm clouds, brewing discord and doubt,
He spins tales of division, as if they were clout.
With a grin like a wolf’s, sharp and devoid of warmth,
He peddles his wares, a grim, twisted charm.
Each word is a dagger, each promise a snare,
In the theater of hatred, he plays the lead player.
On canvases painted with prejudice and spite,
He splashes his colours, obscuring the light.
A palette of fear, with a brush dipped in rage,
He crafts a dark narrative, an unending stage.
Ah, but behold his vision, a land so forlorn,
Where diversity’s beauty is trampled and torn.
A kingdom of sameness, where differences fade,
In the monochrome echo of a masquerade.
With a flick of his wrist, like a sorcerer’s spell,
He’d sever our bonds, cast us all into hell.
The tapestry woven with threads rich and bright,
He’d unravel with glee, in the dead of the night.
Imagine a realm where compassion is rare,
Where kindness is silenced, and cruelty lays bare.
Should his hand take the helm, oh, the chaos we’d reap,
As he loosens the stitches of unity deep.
Yet here stand the dreamers, the brave-hearted few,
Defenders of justice, in colors anew.
They rise from the ashes, with voices that soar,
A chorus of cultures, together we roar.
So let us not falter, let’s rally and stand,
Against Dutton’s dark vision, a desolate land.
For our nation is vast, a mosaic in bloom,
Not confined to one shade, nor swallowed by gloom.
In the shadows of bigotry, let’s shine our bright light,
For the heart of Australia beats fiercely, ignites.
With hope as our compass, and love as our guide,
We’ll weave a new story, where all can abide.
Here’s to the laughter, the stories we share,
To the richness of voices that fill the fresh air.
For every tongue spoken, for every song sung,
Is a note in the symphony of life just begun.
So raise up your banners, let them unfurl,
In the face of division, let unity whirl.
For together we stand, and together we’ll fight,
In the land of the brave, where we all have the right.
Dutton may dream of a kingdom so stark,
But we’ll paint it with colors, igniting the spark.
In the tapestry woven with threads of our kin,
We’ll find our strength in the love that’s within.
So laugh in the face of his discordant schemes,
For the heart of Australia is woven with dreams.
In the harmony of love, let our spirits collide,
And in unity’s embrace, we’ll take back our pride.
