In 1979, at just sixteen, I left home to explore the Australian bush and the characters that made it unique. The Australia I knew, shaped by Pioneers and Anzacs, bears little resemblance to today’s nation. Our strong sense of identity, belonging, and purpose has been eroded, while values like mateship, loyalty, and a fair go are overshadowed by political correctness and a loss of morality. Youth crime, unaffordable housing, and addiction are rampant, with little sympathy for those who still hold to the principles our forefathers embraced.
Once defined by hardship, resilience, and common sense, Australians have seen these traits undermined from the top down, with institutions like the police, schools, and courts losing their authority. My greatest supporters—Elderly, Veterans, and Bush Folk—have endured enough to recognize wisdom, and my poems reflect the Australia we were. I hold hope for a return to these values, but until then, I offer a few yarns from the Top Rail Politician. God bless Australia.
- Chris Long