A fair go, c’mon Scotty
Oh, Scotty.
What have you been up to now? I’ve been hearing a few things, I think it’s time we have a heart-to-heart. Set the record straight.
Hey Scotty. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? We’ve been away a little while, do you still remember us? We come from the land down under, just like you. The golden land of plenty, the land of mateship. The land of a fair go. Abroad we may be, but strong-blooded citizens we remain. Don’t forget about us.
C’mon Scotty.
Explorin’. It’s the Aussie way. We all love exploring, you know that. Our nation was stumbled upon by mistaken explorers. It’s in our blood – we roam, we travel, we explore. But we always return. When our yearning for the golden land grows too strong, we return. The time has come again. Let us return.
C’mon Scotty.
‘Lock ‘em out’, they say. Our roots stem from convicts, that may be, but criminals we are not. Yet here we are. A circumstantial sacrifice it seems, deprived of our constitutional right to return. Are you punishing us, Scotty? What have we done wrong Scotty? We may be roaming but we’re not running. We love our country, we just wanted to see what else was out there. Is there something wrong with that Scotty? We’re not outlaws, we pay our taxes, help each other out, we do our bit. We’re good people, you know that. Don’t treat us like criminals, that’s not right.
C’mon Scotty.
Fear. Is it fear, is that what it is? Are you fearful of us, that we may bring it home? No need to worry Scotty, we’ll do the right thing, we’re dying to do the right thing. For the sake of saving ourselves, our loved ones, our country. No need to be fearful of us. The protocols, the measurements, the sacrifices. We’ll do ‘em all, we both know that. Whatever it takes. The outback is there, send us there. Whatever it is, it’s better than where we are. Where we have been stranded, alone, abroad and scared. The fear is getting you there Scotty? Imagine how fearful it is out here. It’s exhausting, the fear. It’s terrifying than you can imagine. Don’t fear us, Scotty, we’re only asking to do the right thing and come home. Don’t let our people be fearful of us.
C’mon Scotty.
Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda. The folks back home have been sayin’; ‘ya should have come home when you could have’, but you and I both know there was never any ‘could have’. You and I both know you told us to take one for the team, you remember Scotty. You told us to stay put, where we’re safe, and we could come home soon. We believed you, Scotty. When you told us to let the desperate ones go home, wait it out and we’ll come for you. You didn’t do that, why haven’t you done that Scotty? We’re here and we’re still waiting.
C’mon Scotty.
Handout. We’re not asking for a handout Scotty. We never have. We’re asking for an open door, to get let in, for a heartfelt attempt at help, for a fair go. The price of return is rough, we know, but we’ll pay it. We’ll pay your mandatory quarantine too. We’ll pay the hefty price of whatever gets us home. But they’re not there mate, the options, they’ve disappeared. There are no options to get home. You’ve taken them all from us. Give us some options and we’ll take them.
C’mon Scotty
Comradeship. Mates look out for mates, that’s our motto. No man left behind. We all know that. We’re proud to say so. But where are our mates right now? They’ve forgotten us this time ‘round, so it seems. Out here, on the ground, it’s been rough. We’ve seen things no one should see. Felt things no one should feel. We’re lost, struggling, upset. We’re looking home but no one can see us, we’ve been left behind.
We’re counting on you, Scotty. Become our homeland hero. It’s not too late mate, never too late to do the right thing. The time has come to do the right thing.
C’mon Scotty.
Enough. Well, here we are, Scotty. Just you, your guilty conscience and your comrades left out to dry. Where do we go from here? Dwindling away under dire circumstances in foreign lands. Homeless, jobless, sick and desperate. Refugees from a first world country abandoned during an international health crisis. How bad do things have to get before you open that door Scotty? Are you waiting for us to die Scotty? From where we stand, that’s how it seems. Enough is enough, Scotty. The time has come. Let us come home.
