Thoughts On The New Order
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New Order
The nearest doctor that we know Is fifty miles away, We haven’t any roads at all ( There’s jungle in the way!) We haven’t any bridges yet (The rivers are too wide ).
We haven’t any school, of course, To train the growing child.
We haven’t any water mains Or pavements (to have cracks ) We haven’t footpaths, but we’ve got A scheme for Income Tax!
In case of fire, the Fire Brigade Is in Rabaul or Lae, But by the time they get to us The fire has had its way.
We haven’t any buses yet, We don’t go in for trains, We haven’t signs for Ladies, Gents, Or shelters from the rain.
But still we keep an eye upon This very lonely spot And keep it filled and occupied — Just think if it were not!
And so I have a lovely scheme Which all denial lacks Since we are doing all these jobs Pay US the Income Tax!
Noelle Mason.
Bougainville.