Municipal GumGumtree in the city street,
Hard bitumen around your feet, Rather you should be In the cool world of leafy forest halls And wild bird calls Here you seems to me Like that poor cart-horse Castrated, broken, a thing wronged, Strapped and buckled, its hell prolonged, Whose hung head and listless mien express Its hopelessness. Municipal gum, it is dolorous To see you thus Set in your black grass of bitumen-- O fellow citizen, What have they done to us? |
ShameAnd some say "Shame" when we're talkin' up
And "Shame" for the way we are And "Shame" cause we ain't got a big flash house Or a steady job and a car. Some call it "Shame" when our kids they die From colds or from sheer neglect "Shame" when we live on the river banks While collectin' our welfare cheques "Shame" when we're blind from trachoma "Shame" when we're crippled from blights But I reckon the worstest shame is yours You deny us human rights |