`Don't Feel Sorry For Me'

DON’T FEEL SORRY FOR ME!

I was reciting a bit of poetry from under the shade of a tree,

When a woman asked me name, then said she felt sorry for me.

It seems to me she had the bull by the horns instead of by the tail,

And I can’t be held to blame if her hearing’s beginning to fail.

Ah shit, I think I’ve offended her, now that will never do,

The Great Australian Freedom has got me in the pooh!

I only told them whinging migrants to stop crying on my sleeve,

That if they weren’t happy here, they’ve got the right to `bloody` leave.

I said we were a Christian country and English was our tongue,

We have been this way for two hundred years when all is said and done.

Christianity was the principles this country was founded on; we give a fair go,

We don’t want them to change our culture or tell us how to run our show.

Persecuted in their own country they come here then whinge because they’re free?

At least I got some one thinking; I’ll mark that up as one to me,

For someone to take the time out and consider giving me a serve,

I reckon I must be on a winner; because I must have touched a nerve.

I know my words don’t please everyone but I’ve never really tried,

And some of my views in this verse will put me well off-side.

But don’t feel sorry for me, just look at the world in which we live,

And just look at Australia it might need all the sympathy you have to give.

For years we’ve welcomed migrants because that’s the Australian way,

But we don’t wanna hear them whinging if they wanna stay.

Perhaps it’s the whinging migrants, who are more deserving of your pity,

The ones who form their little enclaves in our capitol cities.

So don’t feel sorry for me, cos I couldn’t give a stuff;

And if you don’t like my words; well, that’s bloody fair enough;

It’s obvious my sentiments about this country you don’t share,

Unlike me about Australia; I don’t think you flaming care!

© Corin Linch 7/1/07

The Great Australian Freedom

I recited this poem at the markets in Jurien one day and a woman came up to me and said she felt sorry for me :) so when I got home I wrote a poem called `Don't Feel Sorry for Me`
If this poem upsets you too bad listen to the words I make no apology.

The GREAT AUSTRALIAN FREEDOM

Our forebears came to this country many in convict ships and chains,

And backs showed the scars where the cat-o-nine tails had reined.

Australian culture has developed since the time of the first fleet,

It has never been an easy task to put this great country on her feet.

This country was founded on Christian principles, but we allow freedom of religion here,

And even if you pray to a different God, you won’t have to hide or live in fear

We have no national motto but `In Our Mate’s We Trust`,

Here everyone gets a fair go, because that’s an Australian must.

Australia is an English speaking country, and here we say thank you and please,

Our national language is not Italian, Arabic, Polish or Lebanese.

We are proud of our Flag, our sporting achievements, and proud of the Southern Cross?

And in settling this vast country many people suffered hardship and loss.

Australians have fought in many battles, sometimes incurring a huge loss of life,

Yet a true Aussie will always stand ready to help a mate, especially if he’s in strife.

Now that I’ve told you a few things about our history and heritage, perhaps you’ll begin to understand

Why Australians can be so parochial about this Great southern Land.

Like I said this is our country, our lifestyle, our land and our flag,

Yes, I’m bloody proud of it and on occasions it gives me cause to brag.

But strangers come here to live and then say they don’t like our traditions or our rules,

Their children often receive free education, but they don’t like what is taught in our schools.

They have come to this country to escape war, persecution and strife,

Yes, they say they left their homeland in search of a better way of life.

We’ll give them an equal opportunity and we’ll give them a fair go,

But don’t complain or start telling us Aussies how to run our show.

And if our national anthem offends you, I suggest you live elsewhere,

But there is only one Australia, and our way of life is extremely rare.

No doubt some people will be offended because I speak my mind,

I’m only saying what many think; I don’t mean to be unkind.

But for people who are unhappy with their many freedom’s here,

Let me tell them something and I hope I make it crystal clear;

When they’ve finished whinging and wiping their tears on my sleeve;

Remember they can choose that other great Australian freedom;

`THE RIGHT TO BLOODY LEAVE`.

© Corin Linch 31/8/07 (Rewrite)

More on the Flag an older poem

OUR FLAG-(Rewrite)

I saw on the news one Australia Day, some bloke burn our flag,

I tell you when he spit upon it; I just about lost me rag.

Our flag is something that once would cause the whole country to unite,

Now we allow people to spit upon it so they can vent their spite.

I couldn’t help thinking of all who had fought to keep this country free,

 I thought about the service men that had made the ultimate sacrifice for me.

The majority of us do not forget those that paid the ultimate price,

But their comrades in arms might ask why they made that sacrifice.

To burn and spit upon our flag shows disrespect for those that went before,

Disrespect to all who fought for our rights in the horrors of the war.

So was it all a waste?   No mate we thank you for what you done.

And like you we’d like to see them flogged, the flag burning SCUM.

What about our athletes who are so proud, as our flag is raised on high?

And when they play the National anthem a tear forms in their eye.

Some Aussies said they wanted flag burning to be against the law,

But the Prime Minister shook his head and said “He wasn’t sure.”

I can’t believe anyone is allowed to desecrate our national flag;

But to see them spit upon it; well my anger makes me want to gag.

The journalists don’t help when they put these Wankers on the news,

Let me tell you; flag burning is no way for anyone to air their views.

They should be locked up; I don’t think they’ll be any loss;

I’ll salute the service men and I’m proud of the Southern Cross.

No one should be aloud to burn the flag under which so many died,

The government must pass a law and restore some ANZAC pride.

© Corin Linch 28/1/06

Political Correctness Gone Mad

          Political Correctness Gone Mad

This Political Correctness crap, well I think most Aussies have had enough,

Of the things that are really important the PC brigade couldn’t give a stuff.

They always seem to be so worried about someone getting offended,

Chastising people for not following the guidelines they recommended.

I’ve never heard the PC brigade speak up when someone sets our flag alight,

Does their silence suggest that in their eyes this disgraceful action is alright?

To support the desecration of something for which men have fought and died,

Will surely cause division among Australians, as patriots show their pride.

Whenever I see our flag raised, I remove my hat and show some respect,

The same for our National Anthem I believe this to be politically correct.

If you think these actions are old fashioned, so be it, I really couldn’t care,

But disrespect my flag sunshine; I’ve just one word and that is `beware`.

The 3^rd of September 2016 will be our Australian National Flag Day,

First raised in 1901 Aussies should and can be proud of the flag on display.

So if you burn and spit upon our flag we won’t just stand idly by,

Be prepared for all hell to break loose as our pride we satisfy.

If you don’t respect our flag then you disrespect where you live,

It’s an insult to proud Australians and something we can’t forgive.

Jails far too good for you and besides it costs us tax payers money,

Live in another country, you’re not wanted in the land of milk and honey.

PS

If this verse upsets you because it is politically incorrect; too bloody bad,

Because all the flaming Bull Shit you carry on with makes me blooming mad.

Our flag is a symbol of who we really are, so show some fair dinkum pride,

Beneath the flag that bears the Southern Cross Aussies will stand side by side.

                                                © Corin Linch 28/08/16

The Battle of Long Tan

The Battle of Long Tan

          The Battle of Long Tan

Fifty years ago in a rubber plantation in the Asian country of Vietnam,

D company of the 6^th RAR were forced to take a stand.

Engaged by small arms fire and rocket propelled grenades on the flank,

Outnumbered nearly 25 to 1, not the odds you would take to the bank.

108 Aussie diggers against up to two and a half thousand Viet Cong,

If the enemy thought the Aussie’s doomed they were soon proved wrong.

Pinned down they called for artillery as the monsoon rains began,

Anzac soldiers fought what would be known as the battle of Long Tan.

Heavy fighting with poor visibility and nearly surrounded, their ammo low,

When two RAAF choppers arrived to resupply them with its precious cargo.

The Aussies fought hard till near on dark when vital reinforcements arrived,

Nowhere in military history against such odds had a small force survived.

Eighteen Australians died a further twenty-four needed medical attention,

Anyone thinking the Aussies had suffered defeat was under a misapprehension.

A major setback for the Viet Cong with at least 245 of their number dead,

This was not an ANZAC defeat but a major Australian victory instead.

Remember these brave men, who fought as ANZACS have fought before,

The 18^th of August is a date no Australian or historian should ignore.

We pay our deepest respects to the these men of some 50 years ago,

Our servicemen always ensure that the ANZAC legend will forever grow.

                                      

                                                                   `Lest We Forget`

                                                            © Corin Linch 17/08/16

Save Our Sons

Save Our Sons

The front page headline of The Sunday Times newspaper August 14^th 2016 screamed at us with the headline `Save Our Sons` it contained some frightening figures of service people that were unable to assimilate back into society and had then taken their own life.

          `Save Our Sons` 2016

`Save our Sons` the Sunday Times newspaper headline screamed,

Returned service people are taking measures which are far too extreme.

41 Australian diggers were killed in Afghanistan over a period of 13 years,

The first 8 months of 2016 has seen another 41 take their own life it appears.

They were no longer on active duty but veterans returned home,

With wars horrific memories they choose to suffer all alone.

A national disgrace you say, but tell me please what is being done?

To prevent so many veterans finding solutions from the barrel of a gun.

Deployed in different theatres of war they had acquitted themselves well,

Only to return home to Australia and their own private living hell.

Veterans with invisible wounds but they were wounded all the same,

They thought there was no help, Australia this is a crying shame.

Empty promises of support both sides of politics bravely spout,

Promises as meaningless as those offered to farmers during drought.

Sons, brothers, sisters, daughters, husbands, fathers, mothers, wives,

Families wonder why the loved one back from overseas is still not alive.

The DVA entitlements procedure involves paper work galore,

Bureaucracies seem to forget that these people have been to fight a war.

I don’t know the answer, perhaps more medical help would be a start,

Losing so many of our Veterans is breaking their family’s heart.

To say you are not okay or for the toughest person to shed a tear,

Carries not a trace of stigma, believe me, there is no cause to fear.

Try and share the demons that haunt you because yes we bloody care,

Australians are proud of you and for your safety we offer up a silent prayer.

                                                            © Corin Linch 26/08/16

A Celebrity in Prison sic `Rolf`

A Celebrity in Jail

I wonder how it is for a celebrity in jail, for Rolf was popular once,

Now he’s doing time in an English prison, guilty of being a nonce.

Most of us thought him talented and clever with his paintings and such,

Not knowing at the time that it was young girls he yearned to touch.

He was even commissioned to paint a portrait of Her Majesty the Queen,

All the time committing vile, insidious acts unspoken and unseen.

Now fallen so far from grace, I would have thought he’d show some remorse,

But there again like most abusers he considers the victims at fault of course.

Is he entertaining other prisoners with the wobble board and didgeridoo?

With that long tubular piece of wood I know what the victims would like to do.

He used his celebrity position it seems only to empower and intimidate,

People like Rolf Harris the general population would like to castrate.

© Corin Linch 29/2/2016