Letter
Livin' in the Land of the Sycophants
What with all the media song ‘n’ dance Charlie’s back in the land of the sycophants Thought it would a be a cake walk Until a girl called Lidia spotted her chance
She harangued poor Charlie with wrathful critique He with no paddle was way up shit creek All the while under the international media glare The torrent of abuses from colonialists so bleak
The continued refusal of moolawa to tell the truth The stolen children, the persecution of our youth The lock ‘em up and throw away the key mentality Murder, rape, genocide crimes of humanity so uncouth
And Charlie, the sycophantic coward’s head of state The one person who could deliver treaty on a plate Turned his bloodstained cheek and walked away Leaving the Blakfellas to contemplate their fate!
We all know that every dog has its day And it’ll come to pass that the Blakfellas will have their say The future has been spoken ‘n’ all hell will cut loose Blakfellas ‘n’ allies with a girl leadin’ the way!
Chorus: On and on we go, balanda haven’t been listenin’ No matter whose arse they’ve been kissin’ And it didn’t happen
— John Bentley from TONGALA