To Bruce Ruxton

Dear Mr Ruxton I've been told that you are a real good fellow But of your strong dislike for Asians like an angry bull you bellow And you explain all of this away by saying the Japanese are cruel and colder And in the war the tragic war they tortured Aussie soldiers. The bitter memories of the war in your memory still living And you lack in that marvellous gift the great gift of forgiving And you don't seem to understand that every man's your brother And that to live in harmony we must learn to live together. You do not like the Vietnamese and the very thought seems chilling That you could not condemn the Vietnam war the butchering and killing By U.S. and Aussie soldiers and by your own code of silence The killing of Asian people no human form of violence. Dear Mr Ruxton I've been told that you are great and clever But I don't look on you as great and your name won't live forever Great men don't say that one race is superior to the other And great man love all races and everyone's his brother.