If John Howard is not constitutional and racist. If our obligations to human rights are not being upheld, then burn baby burn the Australian flag in protest and start it with little Lucifer like a picture of Bob Carr.Call to ban flag-burning
The Federal Government should consider making it a crime to burn the Australian flag, the Deputy Prime Minister, John Anderson, said yesterday.
A protest at Melbourne University last week during which the Australian and US flags were burned was an insult to Australian soldiers serving overseas and to those who had died for the country, he said, promising to take the matter up within the Government when parliament resumes next week.
But while Mr Anderson said a ban would not be an attack on free speech, he may not find it easy to rally support. Politicians generally condemn flag-burning, but in the past have baulked at outlawing it.
Burn Baby Burn
You're all I have in this teenage twilight
Your gold hair and pale blue eyes
But through all the days and sleepness nights
we have never been satisfied
Tumble like the leaves
Yeah, we must fly on the autumn breeze
almost to the point of no return
everything will burn baby burn
Look into my tired eyes
see someone you don't recognise
Bonds that can't be untied
oh this is slow suicide
Feelings that I can't disguise
and never will be reconciled
Oh something inside has died
You walk like you're in a daze
unresponcive eyes in a distant gaze
like all the good times we've thrown away
and the memory leaves a bitter taste
tumble like the leaves
yeah we must fly on the autumn breeze
Distructive love is all we have
distructive love is all I am
Look into my tired eyes
see someone you don't recognise
Bonds that can't be untied
oh this is slow suicide
Feelings that i can't disguise
and never will be reconciled
Oh something inside has died
Vicious bitter words
become more and more uncool
But you always take it back
and let me lick your wounds
Tumble like the leaves
we must fly like on autumn breeze
almost to the point of no return
everything will burn baby burn
Look into my tired eyes
see someone you don't recognise
Bonds that can't be untied
oh this is slow suicide.
Feelings that I can't disguise
and never will be reconciled
By Gregory Kable & Ash 7 November 2002
