Australia's Heart and Soul

Have taught your children caring,
how to put another first,
to take the falls and try again
and cope with best and worst.

I've kept your daughters off the streets
and on the straight and narrow.
I've put my heart in all I've done
- and thrilled you to the marrow.

And yet you turn your back on me
in this - my hour of need.
All you think of is your losses
in your all-consuming greed.

Won't you listen to my pleadings
for the horseman of this land?
This will change their life forever.
Won't you try to understand?

For E.I.S the nine eleven
that will change life as we know it.
The effects are catastrophic,
though the media don't show it.

There are hordes of Aussie battlers
who'll go under in this strife
and they'll lose much more than money.
They will lose their way of life.

I am what makes life worth living.
I'm their every waking thought.
I am what they go without for
and that just can not be bought.

Whether hobby, sport or business,
through the fires and drought and flood,
I'm the way of life they've chosen
that is deep within their blood.

We have known the devastation
when a farmer loses all.
Horsemen follow in their footsteps
with their backs close to the wall.

There's a rumbling now, of anger -
and horse people are not meek.
Will they sink in deep depression?
Will they turn the other cheek?

You have caused this thing to happen,
cutting corners with your greed.
Quarantine laws bent to suit you,
consequences guaranteed.

And so now, I pay the price
for your decisions made in haste.
Yet again I am surrounded
by the suffering and the waste.

Once more greed clouds your judgment,
with your selfish purple zone,
throwing caution to the winds with
your indulgence overblown.

Do you care about us really?
Now that pride's before the fall?
Do you really want to help this?
Or do dollars say it all?

We can't stop this raging virus;
all we ask is justice metered.
Let not the vested interests
dictate how this should be treated.

Demand consideration for
the Racehorse AND the scrubber.
Vet. Treatment shouldn't be denied
a much loved Pony Clubber.

I sympathies with milliners,
and with trainers. Yes, I'm trying.
But it pales in insignificance
when cherished friend is dying.

No, I'm not just a rich man's trinket
to fulfill a selfish goal.
I am Horse. I am your brother.
I'm Australia's heart and soul.