MY NEED TO NO

A poem by Meana Grindheart

In times of crisis we look to our poets. They never let us down.

MY NEED TO NO

A poem by Meana Grindheart

Australia is deep in a new referendum,

My mines are at risk, who will defend ’em?

Thank God for Barnaby, Jacinta and Dutton,

Who always come running when I press my button.

First Nations people have had their apology,

Anything more is just woke ideology.

All right-thinking people stand firm and proud,

When it comes to power, it’s just whites allowed.

Our airways and screens all scream Vote Yes;

well that ain’t gonna happen with this heiress!

My old Dad Lang fought hard for the right

To keep all the wealth for the rich and the white.

In that proud spirit, I’m up for a brawl

To keep my gold, so they get f*ck all.

I’ll hold on to my iron, my coal mines too,

Then buy a few dot paintings, as you do.

Now, before I get cancelled and called a bigot,

Remember I own the ore; you just dig it.

As Australia’s best lady, I hold all the cards,

So vote f*cking No and save my backyards.