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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408787" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bursting of the Boom</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shipping-office clerks are ‘short,’ the manager is gruff—<br>‘They cannot make reductions,’ and ‘the fares are low enough.’<br>They ship us West with cattle, and we go like cattle too;<br>And fight like dogs three times a day for what we get to chew. . . .<br>We’ll have the pick of empty bunks and lots of stretching room,<br>And go for next to nothing at the Bursting of the Boom. <br>So wait till the Boom bursts!—we’ll all get a show:<br>Then when the Boom bursts is our time to go.<br>We’ll meet ’em coming back in shoals, with looks of deepest gloom,<br>But we’re the sort that battle through at the Bursting of the Boom. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The captain’s easy-going when Fremantle comes in sight;<br>He can’t say when you’ll get ashore—perhaps tomorrow night;<br>Your coins are few, the charges high; you must not linger here—<br>You’ll get your boxes from the hold when she’s ‘longside the pier.’<br>The launch will foul the gangway, and the trembling bulwarks loom<br>Above a fleet of harbour craft—at the Bursting of the Boom. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So wait till the Boom bursts!—we’ll all get a show;<br>He’ll ‘take you for a bob, sir,’ and where you want to go.<br>He’ll ‘take the big portmanteau, sir, if he might so presume’—<br>You needn’t hump your luggage at the Bursting of the Boom. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s loafers—Customs-loafers—and you pay and pay again;<br>They hinder you and cheat you from the gangway to the train;<br>The pubs and restaurants are full—they haven’t room for more;<br>They charge us each three shillings for a shakedown on the floor;<br>But, ‘Show this gentleman upstairs—the first front parlour room.<br>‘We’ll see about your luggage, sir’—at the Bursting of the Boom. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So wait till the Boom bursts!—we’ll all get a show;<br>And wait till the Boom bursts, and swear mighty low.<br>‘We mostly charge a pound a week. How do you like the room?’<br>And ‘Show this gentleman the bath’—at the Bursting of the Boom. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I go down to the timber-yard (I cannot face the rent)<br>To get some strips of oregon to frame my hessian tent;<br>To buy some scraps of lumber for a table or a shelf:<br>The boss comes up and says I might just look round for myself ;<br>The foreman grunts and turns away as silent as the tomb—<br>The boss himself will wait on me at the Bursting of the Boom. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So wait till the Boom bursts!—we’ll all get a load.<br>‘You had better take those scraps, sir, they’re only in the road.’<br>‘Now, where the hell’s the carter?’ you’ll hear the foreman fume;<br>And, ‘Take that timber round at once!’ at the Bursting of the Boom. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each one-a-penny grocer, in his box of board and tin,<br>Will think it condescending to consent to take you in;<br>And not content with twice as much as what is just and right,<br>They charge and cheat you doubly, for the Boom is at its height.<br>It’s‘Take it now or leave it now;’ ‘your money or your room;’<br>But ‘Who’s attending Mr. Brown?’ at the Bursting of the Boom. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So wait till the Boom bursts!—and take what you can get,<br>‘There’s not the slightest hurry, and your bill ain’t ready yet.’<br>They’ll call and get your orders until the crack o’ doom,<br>And send them round directly, at the Bursting of the Boom. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>No Country and no Brotherhood—such things are dead and cold;<br>A camp from all the lands or none, all mad for love of gold ;<br>Where T’othersider number one makes slave of number two,<br>And the vilest women of the world the vilest ways pursue;<br>And men go out and slave and bake and die in agony<br>In western hells that God forgot, where never man should be.<br>I feel a prophet in my heart that speaks the one word ‘Doom!’<br>And aye you’ll hear the Devil laugh at the Bursting of the Boom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q>
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