NOTICE SERVED NOT US.

The flags no longer fly,
The wind no trade to ply,
The sail maker retired
And timber merchant fired.

The Seamans Mission closed,
The Rector’s life exposed,
The sailors come to blows
With no where else to go.

The morning sweeper sacked,
The streets stank of the fact,
The councillors attacked
Before they could talk back.

The sheds removed and sold,
The Dockers on the dole,
The office workers told
They may as well enrol.

The factories downsized,
The last in first to cry,
The job queues on the rise
As everyone applies.

The pessimism hill,
The interest changes kill,
The scene is bleaker still
For the many and the skilled.

The country goes to war,
The enemy applauds,
The facts quickly record
That even this we can’t afford.

The last good wife divorced,
The race has run its course,
The land, sea and air force
Like most things now outsourced.