Outback Crime

They were at first perceived as the fresh winds of change. Though change is a rare animal out west but when they woke, twas not to be believed a firewall raced red and angry cross the range. A butcherbird alerted Mrs. Emu in her nest. sadly it was too late for them to flee the stench of burning flesh rose to the sky as giant gumtrees fell, proud victims of this shame. One ancient truck, hand-painted red was seen by all it stopped, allowing yellow oilskin men to pee tall flames come closer now, their thought is not to die and fight this monster and emerge perhaps in fame. It is a tough and thankless task, a fruitless call when Nature's anger is unleashed in the Outback and folks will stay defending homes and pets and crops when winds turn vicious and the mercury explodes there is no time to guide the ute down to the track. Where searing heat combines with flames the journey stops and in the years they will be singing bushmen's odes. You asking why makes us two mates on God's brown earth what is the sense, the rationale to kill your sheep the little foal whose brumbie mother just gave birth and all those folks who still had promises to keep?