by Colin Hewett
Redcliffe was a City, and a dammed fine one at that
along came Peter Beattie, who put an end, to ‘that’
Amalgamation followed, amidst our plaintive cries
and Redcliffe’s once proud city, was doomed to fail and die.
The Community lost its voice, our identity stolen away
But the LNP promised us the choice, to ‘Let the people have their say’
We voted in a member, to carry our banner high
Alas The Phantom stumbled, and left us high and dry
Our foreshores look so pretty, but the district goes to waste
The businesses are suffering, an eerie ghost town in their place
The water rates are massive, they come through pipes of gold
Now people take out bank loans, just to shower, or so I have been told.
Our council has removed itself, to places far away
It wastes our money foolishly, massive debt is their new way
This story is far from over, the people’s voices rise once more
We’re going to dump this sorry mess at the Government’s door
We will reclaim our fair City, and its place in history
A place where good people live, a place, for you and me.