Poem for the Men on Manus #6 (original)

The message from Dutton, the ex-cop
About those refugees that shop:
The boats have stopped
The boats have stopped.

Says the first fleet to the second fleet —
Fuck off we’re full your breath stinks
Hope your ship sinks
Hope your ship sinks.

The people smugglers are cunning and brave
They can sniff a bleeding heart on a wave
They arrange the first and second class passengers
And tell the kids to sit and behave.

Load up the bananas and water tanks
Load up the tubs of Selley’s aquadhere
Cause in the dark we set sail for Australia
Some pollies just tweeted #bringthemhere …

Singing too-rall, li-oo-rall, li-ad-di-ty,
Singing too-rall, li-oo-rall, li-ay,
Singing too-rall, li-oo-rall, li-ad-di-ty
Oh they’re bound for Manus Island.