"What is your name?" asked the teacher.
"Mohammed".... answered the kid.
"Here we are in
In the evening, Mohammed returned home. "How was your day, Mohammed?" asked his mother.
"My name is not Mohammed, I am in
"Ah, are you ashamed of your name, are you trying to disown your parents, your heritage, your religion? Shame on you," and she beat him.
Then she called the father and he too beat him savagely.
The next day Mohammed returned to school. When the teacher saw him with all the bruises she asked: "What happened to you little Bruce?"
"Well, Miss, 2 hours after becoming Australian I was attacked by two fuckin’ Arabs!..."
Battle, skirmish or all out War, those empty bottles have a score To settle with those enemies of you and me and our democracy. Because empty bottles are fighting men, who protect us all, again and again And depart the field not to a hero’s chant, and feast NOT in fancy restaurants. Awaiting him is no adulation, the best wishes of a grateful Nation Just a Badge he can wear in a Tesco’s queue. Just a Veterans Badge for a debt so huge.
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