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World's Greatest Feminists: The Australian whistle-blower
Sally-Anne Huckstepp
poem
Why do you do what you do
You shine like the beaches you once viewed
Online we can build a shrine for you
We’re caught out of line, out of time
Without you
You were golden, a rebel if you will
In your hand a golden sheaf
What was your cause
From afar we witnessed broken laws
Manicured whores, lawns, your chipped claws
Through open doors you walked, or were forced
To the valley of death you sank
And now they come out in their ranks
Best late than never
It’s behind you we must walk
To the gates of our own dark past:
The steel gates of our own dark dimmed park
Close shut the demons who chase our plight
Wrath will be, once plainly got
To the valley of death, an open park
It’s back to there we always hark
Charisma can change a hundred years
A vexed state: make leaders fear
You must have been chosen for such a fate
And you played the game so…oh so great!
