(header photographs by Harry Waite 1912-2011)

The Myth of the Sacred Brumby

 

 

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Blockader
Blockader
Show ‘em what you’re made ‘o,
Though every greener-hater
Treats you like a traitor.
 
Blockader ...
It’s the greenies’ noble trade,
Be it candle light parade
Or a monkey wrenching raid.

 

Bulldozers:
The monsters that oppose us,
Fearsome and ferocious,
Committing crimes atrocious.

 

Blockade!
We will stand before the blade,
Let ‘em see you’re not afraid;
Thou shalt not wilt nor fade.
 
That’s the way —
Sit in the trees all night and day,
Be buried up to your necks in clay,
Throw the chainsaws into the bay.
 
Stockade;
Stay put, do not be swayed,
Bring padlock , spike and spade
When you come to the blockade.
 
So stand up for the forest,
Are you ‘gainst us or are you for us?
Where the chanisaws gash and gore us
How I love to hear the chorus—
Blockade!
 
Colin Gibson
Original Blockade Site visitors book
Cape Tribulation, November 1986.
First printed in "Earth First ! " USA
Vol 18 No 1 Nov/Dec 1997