Mr Abbott, where the bloody hell are you?

Where are you Mr Abbott?

When the boats are bunk?

When the struggling lives

their poor souls are sunk.

Where are you Mr Abbott?

When the mean hijack?

When wealth buys privilege

and that buys fact.

 

Where are you Mr Abbott?

When we believe tall tales?

When we’re blind from fear

and the news folk fail.

 

Where are you Mr Abbott?

When your daughter borks?

When sexism is nothing

because you’re a dork.

 

Where are you Mr Abbott?

When policy is nowt?

When slogans are in

all the best you can shout.

 

Where are you Mr Abbott?

Where is your call?

Where is your hope?

What are you for?

 

But mostly Mr Abbott,

most of all,

Where the bloody hell are you?

Where?

Even a little bit?

Where are you?

At all?

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