Thursday, May 25, 2023

MOVING MOUNTAINS - the kerry stockade poem

The Kerry Stockade                                     

A group of folk who saw the curse,                        
Image: Damien Caniglia
CSG on its way. 
Gathered at the drilling gates, 
at break of light that day. 

These Aussie folk can clearly see, 
foreign companies invade. 
By legislation favouring 
this CSG brigade. 

Day after day, arrests took place, 
the local's strength grew stronger. 
But some felt helpless in resolve, 
as police presence grew longer. 

“I’ll do it then, the lady claimed, 
I’ll block the road for sure!” 
With nervous courage from a lass, 
who’d never crossed the law. 

These companies are cunning, see, 
they want to buy our souls. 
Throwing money at our Bronco’s team 
to make us look like fools. 

We’re all at fault if we don’t rise, 
and make a stand today. 
In twenty years we’ll all look back, 
with nothing left to say. 

“We coulda woulda shoulda mate! 
The lands now plain and rugged. 
Those farmers warned us years ago, 
this region here’d be buggered”. 

There’s plans you know for 40 thousand 
of these toxic wells. 
Scattered right across our great south east, 
Crikey! Ring the bloody bells! 

A moving scene at Kerry though, 
was when a farmer broke, 
and laid his hat upon the road, 
the crowd paused as he spoke. 

And then the Aussie flag was cast 
in bucket full of sand, 
And waved amidst a row of hats, 
this CSG be damned! 

The locals joined in, hats off head, 
and threw them down in shame. 
And more of these akubras lined, 
the driveway with no name. 

A good man from the service though, 
who saw the flag in sand 
respectfully removed it
from 
this path that greed demand.
 
It did not stop the truck that day, 
from driving straight ahead. 
It drove right through the hat blockade, 
our freedoms here were dead. 

It brought a tear to strongest willed, 
when as the hats were crushed. 
The spirits of the locals too, 
this company had flushed. 

See governments will come and go, 
and politicians too. 
But nothing will replace the land
that 
feeds both me and you. 

So now we have a chance to rise, 
to stand by foe and friend. 
To save the Scenic Rim from curse, 
and put this to an end! 

An army now has started though, 
against this corporate raid. 
Because of all those brave folk, 
from the great Kerry Stockade! 

Aidan McLindon 22.1.2012


                                                         
                                        

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