A POEM

Secret security stakes

Upon a man whose name

And fortune were made

In a stowaways change

Direct from far places they came

For the found with us

Here in Australia plain

The truth of all sources

Of what went wrong with

Earth is

No less than what no

Secret security agent

Earned to know

But they count also against

Our swag men

At their best

Upon Waltzing Matilda

Will we all learn how to hold her

Matilda the morning star

Dreaming afar

While security secrets

Of state arrangements

Counted also

Upon identifying the truth of

Who the real criminals are

Who fail in child protection too far

As though only to notice of

Is to have counted upon

Your own benefit in

Accusing

That the fact becomes

Of police man’s guns

That their accusations of us

Whoever it is that we are

When there is no real evidence

In all these things

Drawn through the stowaway’s

Mark upon crims

Thus

Incriminates

Individuals

To identify mate

When best rather left to themselves

While the drug use gate

Police do fate

By having taken as their private plate

The wrong individuals who date

When exactly were police informed of

Which Religious texts

Cause insanity by combining with

Exactly what of

Drug users best