A message for Mr Anan
Here's some poetry for you Mr Anan
As Far As Your Rifles Cover
Henry Lawson - 1901
Do you think, you slaves of a thousand years to poverty, wealth and pride,
You can crush the spirit that has been free in a land that's new and wide?
When you've scattered the last of the farmer bands, and the war for a while is over,
You will hold the land � ay, you'll hold the land � the land that your rifles cover.
Till your gold has levelled each mountain range where a wounded man can hide,
Till your gold has lighted the moonless night on the plains where the rebels ride;
Till the future is proved, and the past is bribed from the son of the land's dead lover �
You may hold the land � you may hold the land just as far as your rifles cover.
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We've had registration in this country for years and ALL
my guns are registered, you'll see how well registered they are the first time some b------ in a blue helmet shows up in my street.