For me this painting offered a light hearted look at the practice of robbery at arms. I am pretty sure it was hardly anywhere near as relaxed as it seems here. The idea of having a loaded gun pointed at me makes me shudder regardless of how polite and gentle my robber’s legend may make them out to be. How would you even know they are who they claim to be? The slightest mistake and…
Alright I’ll stop there, I understand about Australia’s love affair with bushrangers. Also, I thought it would be fun to write a poem in the romantic and adventurous tone of the picture.
G’day ladies and gentleman
We’ll be your bushrangers for today.
We’ll keep this painless as we can
Then we’ll be on our way.
Pay no attention to our guns
Or the carnage they can cause.
We are the working man’s hero sons
We just do not like the laws.
What we do is not for greed
But a fairer share of wealth.
The rich have much more than they need
While we scarcely have our health.
So if you please would be so kind.
To hand over cash and jewels
Let fear of violence leave your minds.
We need not use these tools.
This deed shall end, we all shall live
And go our separate ways.
The tale of this a gift we give
To tell for all your days.
The time you met those roughish lads
So wild and tough and game,
To your mystique this drama adds
And you all may share our fame.