Here Was a Beautiful Island

​Here was a beautiful island, and small men
Bunched in the forests, attacked towns,
Their bones burned with hate, they hid
Beneath the soil, in mottled browns,

They infested the farms, the river banks,
Stole rifles, killed the bandicoot,
Ransacked the library, attacked 
The electric plant, ambushed the route

To the university, at night they sighed,
Their faces were dead, in the morning they filled
The air with smoke, people placed sandbags
In their windows, widows were killed.