In the vast expanse where the starlight gleams,
A creature of wisdom wanders through dreams,
The Celestial Camel, with gaze profound,
Sees shadows conspire on the hallowed ground.
From the West, a shrew, with a cunning guise,
Dances in daylight, but weaves through the lies,
Her bags of money, like clouds heavy laden,
Seek to corrupt what the just have well-said in.
With whispers of gold, she beckons the meek,
Promising fortunes, but her intentions are bleak;
To Advance Australia, her allegiance is sworn,
Yet democracy falters, its fabric now torn.
Oh, heed well the warning from the stars above,
For the shrew’s silver tongue is devoid of love;
It lures with a sparkle, a glimmering bait,
Yet binds with the chains of a perilous fate.
Her treasures, like mirages, shimmer and fade,
Enticing the hearts of the hopeful and swayed;
But beneath the façade of opulence bright,
Lies a darkness that gnaws at the edges of light.
The Celestial Camel, with wisdom imbued,
Sees the tendrils of greed in the actions pursued;
A dance of deception, a masquerade grand,
As the pillars of justice begin to disband.
In the halls of the righteous, where fairness should reign,
Echoes of compromise now echo with pain;
For the shrew of the West, with her shadows so sly,
Seeks to dismantle the truth with a sigh.
Yet the stars bear witness, the cosmos aligned,
To safeguard the dreams of the noble and kind;
With every bright twinkle, a message they send:
Resist the allure, let not virtue bend.
For democracy flourishes not on the gold,
But in voices united, both gentle and bold;
Let the Celestial Camel remind us to stand,
With integrity’s armor, a shield in our hand.
So gather, O people, let your spirits arise,
With wisdom and courage that pierces the skies;
For the shrew may be cunning, her riches may gleam,
But the heart of a nation is built on a dream.
Together we forge, with our eyes on the stars,
A future untainted by shadows and scars;
The Celestial Camel, a beacon so bright,
Calls forth our resolve to protect what is right.
Beware, then, the shrew, her bags heavy-laden,
For democracy’s fabric must never be frayed in;
Stand firm in the face of her glittering scheme,
And let not our nation be lost in the dream.
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