Figurehead For Sale
There is a villainous politician adrift in Australia
Today
No name needed
Actions do speak louder than words
She’s a racist, through and through
Despising difference
She’s a sycophant of the deep-pocketed
Obediently hating working classes and unions
She ignores the power of science and education
Despising climate change findings
For her net zero is destroying her country
She poses as a reformer of bad government
With no detail or evidence
A new popularity goes to her head
And she struts the stage like a peahen
Emphatically denigrating all opposition
Strange and weird bedfellows flock to her side
Deadbeat opportunists seeking escape from nonentity
She wants her disciples to be immune to defamation
Posing as a fearless voice of the needy in hard times
Attracting thereby growing hordes of the easily-led
Vaccines to her are a fascist conspiracy
Abortion is murder
The United Nations is a communist plot
Luxury overseas travel is her valid privilege
And she aspires to become a sinister prime minister
There is no need to name this person
Her infamy is well known
She has plied her baleful political trade for decades
But if she is elected this time, democracy will die
Gaza Flower Child
I am a flower child
Whose day is withering away.
I live
In a land
Repossessed
By counterfeit heroes,
Comrades in harms,
Pretending evaluators,
Confidence men of justice
Who profit from war,
Robbers
Who steal my dreams,
Steadfastly suppressing
All who will not yield,
And when my Daddy
Tries in vain
To remonstrate
With stones
And pilfered pathetic
Pinpricks of war ,
They execute him
With my big brothers
In the shattered streets
Of the city
Where he is
Photographed by men
Somewhat moved by pity,
For the eyes
Of people far away
Who never smell
The smoke and death
And do not see
Them kill my Mummy
Underneath the falling arches
Of my home
In whose last remains I now reside
Alone
With my tattered
Teddy bear.
I am a flower child
Whose day is withering away.

Weapons of Peace
Peace! Peace! Peace!
People need not die
Peace! Peace! Peace!
If you pass those weapons by.
Want to see how vengeance declines?
Blow up the factories making mines.
Want to end a rebel’s blues?
Give him a better life to lose.
Want to end his time in Hell?
Give his friends a drinking well.
Want to put an end to loathing?
Give the poor some decent clothing.
Chorus: Peace! Peace! Peace!
It is a powerful thing
Peace! Peace! Peace!
It’s the song the Angels sing.
So melt your guns
And save your sons
End these slaughters
And save your daughters
Let the fools
Who break the rules
Drop their bombs on themselves.
Want to show that war is fun?
Help that soldier lose his gun.
Want to live till you retire?
Remove the chance of friendly fire.
Want to spread a ray of hope?
Wash all liars’ tongues with soap.
Want to build a better nation?
Swap your rockets for education.
Chorus: Peace! Peace! Peace!
It is a powerful thing
Peace! Peace! Peace!
It’s the song the Angels sing.
So melt your guns
And save your sons
End these slaughters
And save your daughters
Let the fools
Who break the rules
Drop their bombs on themselves.

Kakistocrat
Aha! There you are
Just the kind of person I need
Dreaming of a better life and believing me
My promises are so alluring
More money
Cheaper prices
Better jobs
Fewer foreign devils
Just one culture of pure harmony
Getting rid of an incompetent government
Sacking the fools
Distrusting vaccines
Knocking down climate windmills
And have women pay the full price of their immorality
That’s it then—a golden age awaits you
What’s that you say?
You seek confirmation
Who needs that?
When we statesmen make promises
Money will trickle down from our rich allies’ palaces
Our words will lower prices
More jobs will come from climate change denial
Foreigners won’t own our country
We’ll have no big government helping failures
No wind turbines to keep you awake
Abortion will be infanticide
With no vaccine compulsion
That’s it then, your better life is coming
Only fools need evidence
It’s academic nonsense
When the going gets tough the tough get going
Who cares about destructive crises or sudden failure
No paper today thank you.
I don’t want to learn about what’s going on in Hell.
Nor have I interest in the deeds of dissemblers
Who have gained power over me through popular acclaim.
I do not wish to learn about the latest star-crossed soul
Who has fallen into the despondency of crime.
I have no craving to visit the market of gold
Where lies are nurtured and bought and sold.
And I do not need my attention drawn
To pre-emptive Gaza strikes
Or axes of evil
Or hospitals where doctors die,
Or schools for dead children,
Or barbed-wire motels for refugees,
Or democracy for the chosen few
Or prisons with no exits.
So if today you would be so kind,
Please let me leave these matters behind
Secure in the hands of such expert leaders
As the current outbreak of impeccable department heads,
While I focus on different things.
And, since you have been so dangerously injected
With the possibly lethal contagion of my words,
It might be best for all if I move away
On my usual pilgrimage
To that strangely peaceful and beautiful place
Where I can read with my ears the secret music of the birds.?

royciebaby

