Wild West Show (Poem by Phil Young)

Let me tell you a story about Westerners

It’s a type of wild west show

It’s not the same as the Buffalo Bill show

And some of the story you’ll already know

 

So how was the wild west won

With the use of love

Or with the use of a gun

How muddy are the colonial streets

How deep do you want to go into this

 

So how was the wild west won

By the blood of an Englishman

And by the blood of cowboys

And wild Indians

 

The American Indians were eagle warriors

Like Horus of the Egyptians and Romans

The American eagles patrolled their dominion

Each tribe had a place on the continent

Hunting deer, buffalo and antelope

And eating the hearts of their enemies

 

So how wild was the Wild West show

As wild as the Buffalo

As wild as the doe c doe

Danced around the old wood stove

 

They took the eagles from their territories

And put them into cages

As if eagles could just stop flying

A conquered people almost dying

 

Now let me tell you about the Colonial days

Down in South Africa and Australia

The Phoenicians were the first to navigate

Africa’s southern Cape

So Cape Town became a place to stop

For sailors to get off

 

But when the Huguenots

Fled to the Cape

It was to escape

The Catholic’s burning stake

 

Then the Voortrekers trekked

Up to the highlands

And met the voodoo of the Zulus

And the Zulus soon

Surrounded their wagons

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But the Zulus were outgunned

With just their shields and spears

And they lost 3000 dead

Without the death of the white men

And afterwards the Zulus said

They’d seen angels protecting them

From above their wagons

 

And the leader of the Voortrekers

Was Andre Pretorius

Who became the founder

Of their capital Pretoria

 

So when the English arrived in South Africa

To take over the Boer mines they were after

The women handed out flowers

Showing that the Boers were not animals

 

And after all that pomp and ceremony

And knowing the English press had lied

Some British soldiers refused to fight

But they still butchered the Boers

And destroyed their homes

 

And after taking gold and diamonds lootable

The Africans were regarded as unsuitable

And called Communist revolutionaries

Instead of being treated as human beings

 

The Aborigines of Australia are different again

Although the color of the skin is the same

But since they had no central government

They lost their right to negotiate

 

And so Australia was declared Terra Nullus

Which meant the land was unoccupied

Except for all the fauna and the animals

 

So then they had the Abbo hunts

Killing the men and raping the women

Racial integration

Lost generations

In a sanatorium

The cleansing station

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Aussies love any conquest

Sports contests are usually the best

They’re rugged and strong

In their green and gold

Like the sunshine world

Is fighting the cold

 

Olympic gold for Cathy Freeman

Everyone was pleased to see her win

 

Aussies dressed in all shapes and sizes

Big John Eales

And little George Gregan

The kangaroos and wallabies are always hearty

As long as the kiwis don’t upset their party

And although their Prime Minister

Might be a republican

They better not think

They can gobble up New Zealand

 

So that’s how the Wild West goes

It’s not exactly like Buffalo Bill’s show

But it’s what started centuries ago

 

It’s a sort of story like Cain and Abel

When Cain murdered the innocent Abel

Clubbing him to death

And stood in his blood

As he had no love for his righteous brother

 

White men have been divided ever since

Between those who belong to Cain

And those who belong to Abel

Separating the sheep

From the goats

One may be a sheep

While the other just looks like one

 

But the hardest to distinguish

Are the geeps

Because they are half goat and half sheep

But which

Listen to this

Because they can’t breed

Disprove evolution theory

 

Perhaps you say

I ought to be more academic

Or more materialistic

Or perhaps you say I am a heretic

Can’t you see beyond your intellect

 

Do you understand our hypocrisy

It means we are all naked and exposed

Or do you stand in your fashion clothes

 

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