Our MUA is here to stay!

Submitted by cathy n on 18 August, 2015 - 1:30 Author: Jeff Christoffel

Our MUA Is Here To Stay!

Our precious land, our coat of arms, no backward step be taken,
Touch one, touch all, comrades in arms, will never be mistaken,
For some corporate lie, their jelly shake, perhaps a hollow wave,
For this, our birthright fire tested, tis cradle to the grave.
Like bands of gold, we stand the line, beside our comrades true.
Your pain is mine, to ensure a time, when love ones comfort you.
This sacred place, your vows affirmed, will see the light of day.
By those before, who carried the flame, cannot be stripped away.

So Hutchison, where’s your mind, and where’s your soul,
Are they but head stones, deathly cold?
For you to display past names, of those who serve,
On some boardroom trophy, displayed with spineless nerve.
By your hand our nation scorns you,
On our soil, you have no place,
Espousing your third world points of view,
Tis testimony, to your disgrace.

Their despicable acts unfolded, just before the midnight bell,
So for support of union workers, punted, by SMS from hell,
Together we raised the Southern Cross, to hold the picket line.
Outside Hells gates, shoulder to shoulder, our spirits entwined.
Now with unrelenting passion, this journey well see it through,
And from every corner of this great land, solidarity grew.
To ensure our comrades will be carried high, to carry on their toil,
For the benefit of Australian lives, lived out on Aussie soil.

Comrades, each day we wake to embrace this pact,
By our bloodline, Anzacs enshrined,
Forefathers Eureka, no courage we lack,
To oppose, this venomous kind.
Now those who front the lectern,
They must ensure they follow through,
And carry the deputy’s lantern,
To nurture solidarity, trusted, true.

For although you may not know me,
Our hearts, they beat as one.
By the bonding of the labour tree,
We’ll have this battle won.
For I have no way of knowing,
And I know not what you fear,
Till I see in you, my comrade,
Your words whispered, in a tear.

Amongst the comrades names discarded,
Stands a lady, of values strong.
With devout respect her volition regarded,
By all those who seek to belong.
So when Hannah spoke, conviction flowed,
For the love of her comrades, shown the road.
Now nicknames are the norm, in this part of the town.
For her bravery and her spirit, she’s baptised, “Their Eastern Brown”

Tis this just a shade, of Abbotts Free Trade, and the way my comrades are treated.
Then the dreaming in time, own children’s minds, no future, or hope can be created.
By their greed they are blind, through their passage of time, to the pain of those they enslave.
So Australian’s unite, to take up the fight or our Anzacs will turn in their graves.

Our precious land, our coat of arms, no backward step be taken,
Touch one, touch all, comrades in arms, will never be mistaken,
For some corporate lie, their jelly shake, perhaps a hollow wave,
For this, our birth right fire tested, tis cradle to the grave.
Be this the start, or this the end, with you my comrade we shall defend,
Courage through time, to hold the line, and the powerful message it sends.
All unions unite to take up the fight, so all workers shall have their say,
And that our brothers in arms, the MUA, will always be here to stay.

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