“Hundreds of small country towns have been stripped of their official status”. Why? Because the Australian Bureau of Statistics (ABS) “has updated a new statistical standard to define an urban centre locality, or town. Census data is applied to a formula that decrees centres with less than 200 people are no longer towns”. Why? Because Government financial policy is making it “too expensive to live in rural areas with attendant withdrawal of essential services”.
 - - the Weekly Times 27th December 2013

Not by Drought, nor by ‘Global Warming’ but by Crafty Usurers!
 When the shearing sheds are silent and the stock camps fallen quiet
 When the gidgee coals no longer glow across the outback night
 And the bush is forced to hang a sign, ‘gone broke and won’t be back’
 And spirits fear to find a way beyond the beaten track
 When harvesters stand derelict upon the wind swept plains
 And brave hearts pin their hopes no more on chance of loving rains
 When a hundred outback settlements are ghost towns overnight
 When we’ve lost the drive and heart we had to once more see us right
 When ‘Pioneer’ means a stereo and ‘Digger’ some backhoe
 And the ‘Outback’ is behind the house, there’s nowhere else to go
 And ‘Anzac’ is a biscuit brand and probably foreign owned
 And education really means brainwashed and neatly cloned
 When you have to bake a loaf of bread to make a decent crust
 And our heritage once enshrined in gold is crumbling to dust
 And old folk pay their camping fees on land for which they fought
 And fishing is a great escape; this is until you’re caught
 When you see our kids with yankee caps and resentment in their eyes
 And the soaring crime and hopeless hearts is no longer a surprise
 When the name of RM Williams is a yuppie clothing brand
 Not a product of our heritage that grew off the land
 When offering a hand makes people think you’ll amputate
 And two dogs meeting in the street is what you call a ‘Mate’
 When ‘Political Correctness’ has replaced all common sense
 When you’re forced to see it their way, there’s no sitting on the fence
 Yes one day you might find yourself an outcast in this land
 Perhaps your heart will tell you then, ‘. I should have made a stand’
 Just go and ask the farmers that should remove all doubt
 Then join the swelling ranks who say, ‘don’t sell Australia out’
- - Author unknown

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