Old diggers are even crankier than yesterday

It’s all about what could be called survival pay

Canberra Suits don’t even bother to understand why

Because their super is not indexed to CPI

The government surely spits out much organised spin

The Party Choir sings it regularly in deafening din

Frequent official letters prepared by robots it seems

Simply just meaningless drivel posted in countless reams

What purpose the compulsory super that Diggers had to pay?

If in sunset years it’s a struggle to keep bill collectors away

Such folk could have been carefree and on the dole

Instead of constant soldiering and often living in muddy holes

A life time of soldiering during peace and strife

Duty to Nation instead of seeking a future in civilian life

The reward has been contempt, betrayal and promises broken

Slumbering committees as distractions and never woken

You who wore jungle green, RAAF blue or navy white

Stand fast, don’t lose heart and keep up the fight

Come the elections, vote to bring them down

These modern versions of Brutus and Judas in Canberra Town

George Mansford©August 2011