Steve Rogers
It’s on our doorstep, foot and mouth
it could devastate our nation
Livestock on whom we depend
on feedlot, farm or station
Will need to be put down I fear
if the scourge comes to our shore
We should use every means
to quarantine the spoor
Don’t hesitate, invigilate
Don’t let the bastard in
Don’t weaken, don’t capitulate
Don’t let the virus win
If that means washing boots and feet
and forbidding food from overseas
To guarantee our milk and meat
then do it for our farmers, please.
Also by Steve Rogers: She cost HOW much?; Australia Day, the poem; Hard way to make a crust; Truck That
