A Parliament Of Fools

Monoculture

To receive all who shall come, without enquiring who or what they are. Tom Paine The Rights Of Man Part 2

  1. Everyone has the right to seek and to enjoy in other countries asylum from persecution. Universal Declaration of Human Rights UN 1948

France to the French, England to the English, America to the Americans, and Germany to the Germans. Hitler: 1939


Today
There is an anti-immigrant furore adrift in many lands
Xenophobic opportunists
Are exploiting this misdeed politically in Australia
Gullible non-thinkers are listening
Just heed the exploited nonsense:
Government money should be spent on us
Housing, hospitals and schools are not for aliens
University for us not foreigners
Today we are unknowns in our own country
Vote for us and we will change things
Make our land a pure white entity
All would-be citizens must prove they know us
Our Melbourne Cup
Our football
Our MacDonalds
Our beer
If they fail with this, no entry
Thus will come the glory of our monoculture

When A Tree Is Cut Down

When a tree is cut down a world is laid bare
So many things are no longer there
Birds are deprived of a winsome home
Ants, beetles, bees and spiders will be forced to roam
Tree frogs and lizards will have nowhere to rest
Mosses and lichens are put to the test
Orchids and fungi endure more dismay
Replaced by mad humans infected by play
Another tree gift is the comfort of shade
Often more powerful than things humans made

When a tree dies nothing rants
In the world of beetles, termites and ants
Those ants with grubs feed many a bird
So killing the tree early is quite absurd
Saprophytic fungi break down a dead tree
Beetles, snails and mice have their food set free
Nature does its work with consummate ease
Many birds’ nests can be found in dead trees

Living trees can also deny corrosion
Their roots have the strength to defy erosion
They are famed for their power to leaven
Their leaves when falling are letters from heaven
There is much beauty in stately trees
Their branches wave fondly in each gentle breeze
A tree is a poem for the human race
A lesson of beauty, dignity and grace
So guard it well you citizens who hear me
It’s a joy of vast beauty when it grows near me


On A Notable Fake


Listen to him
He speaks with such vim
Never tells the truth
From the needy he’s aloof
Everything he does makes fraudulent history
Where he finds his facts remains a mystery
He tells lies with flamboyant decorum
But alas his followers ignore ‘em
With consummate ease he defies the law
And derides judges who assess him what’s more
Like a bully in a school yard he starts a war
But his tactics wise generals deplore
Money is his game and Croesus his god
And his view of history is decidedly odd
He gathers around him an obedient crew
Who are fatally doing what he tells them to do
Diplomacy to him is a lost art
His foreign relations are falling apart
Tariffs to him are tools of combat
So trade integrity leaves him flat
Climate change is anathema to him
His love of oil is decidedly grim
His brain is an empty vessel of spite
His greatest pleasure is to praise his might
His mind can’t distinguish between good and bad
His contempt for immigrants is extremely sad
When he boards a plane he waves goodbye
But there’s nobody there to wave a reply
He often says things are the best in history
But his lack of evidence is a complete mystery
There’s a question from each Hall of Fame resident
How on earth could this fake be president?


Freedom’s Dark Side

The catch cry of the extremely rich is freedom
It falls from the lips of politicians like saliva
You can hear the echoes in foreign relations
It is even sometimes an excuse for war
“We are defending our precious liberty!”
But what is it really, this valued self-rule?
More often than not it is permission to make money
A free market
Small government
Tax avoidance
Supportive media
Permissive lobbying
And deceptive election strategies
What is the dark side of this freedom?
Why it’s the greatest good for the smallest number
Look at the plutocratic hierarchy
One percent is the Midas group
The world is their mollusc
All wishes granted
All solutions paid for
What of the rest of us?
Poverty with no relief
Sickness with no cure
Dreams unfulfilled
Climate disasters imposed by fossil fuel free enterprise
Historic buildings destroyed by progress
Prices monopolised
Unfair salaries
Wrongful termination
There it is then, yours for the asking
In the plutocracy those young men died for


Nepal Judgement Day

Nepal
Have you ever seen such devastation?
Chaos
Disaster
Mayhem
Pandemonium
Sudden anger of the gods of Nature
Violence beyond reason
Savage infinite disgust with humanity
Why?
Are you listening?
You adults with infantile brains
Who seek political praise with fossil fuels
Who create turmoil with oil
Who make jungles deserts
Who get rich turning trees into stumps
Who share utter defiance of science
Who make wisdom a pointless folly
Cyclones
What must you do now man?
Heat
Have you got a cooling plan?
Drought
Is your farm a bleak morass?
Ruin
Do you favour coal and gas?

Listen to the skeptics
Renewable energy is too costly
But what is the cost of events like Nepal?
With wise ecosystems it is nothing at all

royciebaby

Voices For Change

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

Thoughts Still Flowing

The Communist

“He’s a Communist.” Andrew Bragg on the Prime Minister.

That politician cares for the needy
He takes the money away from the greedy
Taxes the rich with a welfare intent
So that the money is clearly well spent
He’s a communist

His party pays our medical cost
And so a balanced budget is lost
Big spending they say his party promotes
It’s just a scheme to win more votes
He’s a communist

Another folly is education for all
Thus big government is the call
The need for money never relaxes
So he makes neocons pay their taxes
He’s a communist

His stupid brain is habit forming
It draws attention to global warming
This leaves commerce in the lurch
And knocks the big birds off their perch
He’s a communist

He’s green and prohibits the quest for oil
Demands it is kept beneath the soil
As well as that he prohibits coal
Which leaves big business in a hole
He’s a communist

His thinking has an unwelcome direction
He is likely to win an election
If he does we fear the demise
Of our lucrative profit from free enterprise
He’s a communist

Radicalisation

“Evil triumphs when good men do nothing.”
Author unknown

Hey there
When children are murdered with bombs
When homes become rubble coffins
When hospitals are deliberately destroyed
When schools are blasted into mere memories
I am radicalised

If asylum seekers are imprisoned contemptuously
If hijabs are worn disdainfully by a politician
If racism hurls abuse at immigrants
If refuge is denied escapees from totalitarian regimes
I am radicalised

After privatised state owned banks become cartels
A privatised industry becomes a megacorporation
A life-saving drug is too costly to buy
A conglomerate doesn’t pay any taxes
I am radicalised

As the military industrial complex makes a fortune
While third world citizens die of starvation
Have no social life
Or resources to counter plagues
I am radicalised

What can I do then?
I am not a terrorist
Violence is anathema to me
So what can I do?
Why, write this poem

On Political Integrity

The best argument against democracy is a five-minute conversation with the average voter. Winston Churchill

That loquacious politician is suddenly popular
Have you noticed?
She was once a nonentity
Now she is suddenly in vogue
Let us explore the reasons
First she exploits the racism underlying many societies
She gives voice to many secret impulses
Distrust of foreigners
Religious bigotry
Longing for a better lifestyle
Freedom to defame
Anti current establishment
It all sounds so good to gullible listeners
Where evidence and research are dirty words
If fact she panders to the illiterate ignorant
Her promises are like caviar at Christmas
Stepping stones to paradise
Utopia revealed in simple but wrong language
Unsupported battle cries with absolutely no proofs
And so the empty vessels ramble on to likely despair
She is the brain child of the ultra-wealthy
A puppet fostering corporate ambition
A money-making device
But alas also the passport to Dystopia

Loon Tune

They say I’m a liar with my pants on fire
Doing dark deeds to fulfil my desire
Acting the fool at fever pitch
Breaking laws to make me rich
Yet many loons vote for me

I am the boss and often act cross
You’d think they’d killed my albatross
My Board of Peace war mongers deplore
But I’m the halfwit who starts a war
Yet many loons vote for me

When I am found guilty I curse the judges
And tell the world about my grudges
When news condemns me I call it fake
This does not alter the decisions I make
Yet many loons vote for me

I am a racist giving immigrants Hell
I persecute them and I do it well
I often tell lies about faulty elections
And spread that nonsense in all directions
Yet many loons vote for me

Hungry for power I hire many a factotum
And when they obey me I promote ‘em
With each shady deal my profit is real
And my family gets wealthy with the money I steal
Yet many loons vote for me

I know no history but claim to make it
If something goes wrong I simply fake it
I often use superlatives for I am the best
I break many laws but avoid arrest
Yet many loons vote for me still

Apathy

Once I saw a broken man
Lying in the street
Abandoned in defeat.
But I did nothing
For I was prosperous and free.

Once I saw a foreigner
Punished for the crime
Of birth in another clime.
But I did nothing
For I was a patriot and free.

Once I saw a malefactor
Under fierce attack
For the sin of being black.
But I did nothing
For I was fair-skinned and free.

Once I saw a woman
Become a weeping wraith
In the garments of her faith.
But I did nothing
For I was established and free.

Once I saw a prisoner
Held without a trial
Because of a government file.
But I did nothing
For I was lawful and free.

Now I see my nemesis
In the doorway of my night
Pounding without respite.
But I can do nothing
For my apathy set him free.

March 2005

royciebaby

A Voice Of The People

Angels In Disguise

For Sam and Josh


Well there I was, virtually immobile
Required
To visit my doctor in the giant maze of a hospital
I drive no more
So my travel was with Patient Transport Service
Not easy for me
Walking is so hard and balance is shaky
There I was when a knock came on my door
It was a tall stranger speaking kindly
Then began my odyssey
So carefully helped up eight stairs by Josh
Out then to the vehicle behind my walker
There was another helper Sam with a stretcher
I was loaded with such gentle care and support
Off to the hospital
Such a confusion of halls and rooms and lifts
Undaunted
Those two finally found the right destination
They were so clever
During the wait for the doctor Sam and I talked
She is such a caring and interesting person
Anxiety disappeared
It was driven further away by my doctor
And then it was a homeward journey
That saw more amazing professional support
Finally down the threatening stars and home
How can I express my wonder at their help?
These angels in disguise
Are so powerfully relevant to a better world
Treasures that will last much longer than me

Dwellers In Tomorrow

I walk in tomorrow’s gardens
Where dreams come true
Or fade away into insignificance
My companions give me strength
Because our destinies are intertwined
I lead but sometimes I follow
And our journey has the magic of discovery
Which sprinkles wisdom down upon us
Like shelter in a storm
Or light in an endless tunnel of uncertainty
Things happen to daunt us
At other times to lift us
Like birds in their mastery of the air
Until we see things undreamed of
In our previous existence
I smile now and then in spite of the occasional disarray
And my silent laughter ripples through the company I keep
To brush away the occasional tear
We are not afraid for there is strength in numbers
A trouble shared is a tear repaired
A flock, a band, a troupe, a throng
What a joy it is to belong
Yes I am never alone on this voyage beyond today
For I am a teacher

The Visitor

Thank you for the invitation
It is good to be here with you
You might wonder what I can do
With the information you give me
Well quite frankly it’s gold
Now the coal mine for instance
A good proposition
Despite the opposition from the lunatic fringe
Shares are promising
And the press are onside
With the radio jocks vociferous
They put the aye in deride
Now what about gas fracking?
I think we have growing support
Did you hear our radio man berate
The farmers who lock the gate?
Yes of course there are flaws
Underground pollution and all that stuff
The Greens are raving about
But there’s money in it
It’s wealth untold
More things in heaven and earth Horatio
But our philosophy is linked to the market
That means no limits
A mission statement bound for fruition
Along the Glory Road
And speaking of roads
What’s happening with highway repairs?
Is the funding going
To the right places?
We need to watch this
Where there’s pork there’s a barrel
So we’re wearing handout apparel
Finally my friend, what about Jones?
Is he still working for a spill?
Ah! That’s good
I was hoping that’s what you would say
So we can go ahead with our plans
Bravo! And away we go
Well that’s about it for the present
Thank you for having me here
Together we’ve surged past first base
Everything is falling into place


Dystopia

The sun set fast
Like a dream of the past
As history became a rhyme
The shadows of deeds
Echoed false creeds
But I thought of another time
Memories came
Like points in a game
I recalled a world blessed with purity
Then came pollution
A dark revolution
That put a bruise on futurity
I wandered close by
Like a pig in its sty
Squirming in contamination
While a voice in the air
Could be heard to declare
It’s all for the good of the nation
But the rivers went blank
And the harbour stank
While toxins haunted the air
The ocean rocked
As the plastic shocked
While the seagulls cried in despair
Then the wind came fast
With a fiery blast
And wildfire tore up the skies
Death came down
Like the weeping clown
And destruction met my eyes
When I looked at this world
My despair unfurled
At the ghastly vision forming
Then I sobbed in defeat
Amidst the heat
And the terror of global warming
So the time has come
To beat a drum
And nurture a transformed belief
That that unholy mission
Of free competition
Is forever a doctrine of grief

The Perfect Man

Franklin Flawless is a perfect man
Unrivaled in every way
If asked for his ID any day
I’m Flawless is all he will say

Now Franklin takes pains to obey every rule
That builds his reputation
And gives him true salutation
True virtue by imputation

He is loyal to the core to his native land
Intensely patriotic
Regarding treason as idiotic
With a passion almost psychotic

When his country goes to war
He votes wildly for conscription
Accepts the warlike prescription
Ignoring war crime description

In the case of asylum seekers
People smugglers get his attention
And he dutifully fails to mention
The woes of indefinite detention

He’s invested with force in a company
Though its finances are unethical
He’s said to be antithetical
And so he appears to be ethical

Later he went into business
And learnt to cover his tracks
Despite the government’s’ constant attacks
He managed to pay little tax

Now his life flows on as the saying goes
His status is in good condition
He’s risen in the world as an apparition
To become a politician

Now he makes the law with verve what’s more
And shares with the world his anecdotes
His own perfection each day he promotes
And he sells his soul for your votes

Now conclusion with reiteration
He’s unrivaled in every way
When they critically seek IDs each day
I’m Flawless is all he can say

royciebaby

Poseurs And Power

Asylum

As a party to the Refugee Convention, Australia is bound to protect refugees in compliance with the Convention. Article 33 contains one of the key responsibilities agreed to — the principle of non-refoulement – that is, to ensure people who are found to be refugees are not sent back to a country where their life or freedom would be threatened. Australian Human Rights Commission.

Did you hear him?
That political leader condemned bad country migrants
Keep them out he said
They are deadly dangerous
Their native land is a threat to us
How strange!
What about those who flee villainy and seek asylum?
These our fellow humans
Kind, grateful seekers of a better and noble life
Freedom from pain and danger
So ready to contribute to a new and better world
That politician is seeking votes
Dog whistling to the racists in earshot
To win the next election
Gain the most sought after possession
Power
But the time has come for change
An increased awareness of essential reality
There is a law
Deeply ingrained into international reality
That prevents deportation to danger
A message for the guilty:
There but for providence go you or I

Cowardice

Listen to that politician
Banning all interviews from the national broadcaster
What is the coward afraid of?
Exposure?
Yes indeed
So take care!
Beware of those who fear the truth!
What is this wimp’s policy?
Why it’s support from the neocon media machine
No interest in reality
No genuine inquiry
No quest for evidence
No detection of lies
That’s it then
This is the way illicit popularity wins votes
Valid questioning branded as insults
Adverse findings labelled fakes
A running away from veracity
Propaganda served up as gospel truth
Where are we then?
Why deviously in La La Land
The place where mobocracy is the norm
Where emotion is used to suspend thinking
Where lawlessness is the dream
Mob rule is the theme
And conceit is the scheme
Come then citizens
Forget history
Favour mystery
And bring a nonentity into power

It’s Happened Again

“One People, One Nation, One Leader” Hitler’s motto

They’re at it once more
Fascists bending the law
Their policy is clearly not great
Based entirely on persuasive hate
No evidence, just promises of a better life
Sounding fine but courting strife
And the fawning media abruptly
Favours folly corruptly
Once more onto the air go the liars
Suavely igniting the racist fires
Harnessing the hate that sadly exists
That no misguided plebeian resists
So shut your mind to the fallible urging
Promising victory with pay dirt surging
Questions, questions are the valid regalia
To be worn by voters in gullible Australia
Gallup polls reveal a new aristocracy
That in reality is a kleptocracy
Listen to that leader spreading fake wings
Give me power is the song that she sings
Ignore my iniquity is the sordid plea
To give transgressors a victory
Yes as so often with the human race
Mindless thinkers promote disgrace
Look what those voters are doing to one nation
Believing a simpleton’s weird oration
Strange are the ways of invalid acclaim
And sad is its outcome so wreathed in shame

Shameful Advice

It’s sentimental clap trap
This concern for the socially incompetent
Why should we worry about life’s failures?
Beware! Beware! Beware!
These must be ignored by modern government:
Systemic racism
Transgender and the queer
Misogyny and power imbalance
Climate change
Diversity, equity and inclusion
Current politics must must waste no money there
Let the floundering founder
Have the needy look after themselves
Or privatise
Small government please
Balance the budget
With freedom for private enterprise
Especially the military industrial complex
Invent fake news on the danger of war
That’s a lucrative strategy
But what is the real disaster?
The threat to economic prosperity?
It’s welfare delusions
Yes. In other words it’s the woke idiots
The wasters of money
The benevolent planners
The destroyers of the free market
So to Hell with social justice
Make Australia Great Again
Follow successful xenophobes
Hail Victory! Hail Victory! Hail Victory!

Deadly Misinformation

“Men are moved by two levers only: fear and self-interest.”
Napoleon

Listen to him
That cliché riven politician will save the nation
Lower the cost of energy he promises
But what is his modus operandi?
Why it’s more coal, more gas and more oil
That will bring prices down
And it will bring profits up for his rich supporters
He will not mention hidden costs however
Wildfire
Raging torrents
Destructive drought
Lost homes
Shattered existences
With that in mind
What is the true cost of that cheap power?
And the rich in their safe mansions
Don’t care for the victims in other places
So drill baby drill
Then dig, dig, dig other people’s graves
And on another point
They say that budgetary spending causes inflation
But is this a scientific observation?
Are not prices raised deliberately to maintain profit?
Is that degree of rich gain essential?
In emergency could not the returns be wisely less?
Inflation is in many ways a deliberate act
To protect and guarantee returns
Responsibility extends beyond wage earners
But this is never part of the analysis of causes
So in vain we dream of care and a helping hand

royciebaby

Trammels On A Crooked Road

Right And Wrong

Hey!
Don’t say I am a left wing kind of person
That makes me sinister according to Rome
Or gauche according to Paris
Actually I am adroit
Or leaning to the right as the French might say
I choose my own word however
Actually I am remedial
I want to fix things up
Cure the social illness all around me
Fame is not my game
I will probably die poor
Tread on the toes of corporate extroverts
Anger successful political racists
Expose unhinged climate sceptics
And ridicule fools
Here we go then
Ready, aim, fire!
Ignorant, rich, mindless presidents I’m onto you
Your evil lackeys are in my sights
Yes men and women we despise
Biased billionaire backers, you too
You’re in the firing line
Consumers of the world unite!
Soc et tuum!
Truly together you can change things
Make life fair and liveable
Spread love and pity for the needy
Replace competition with teamwork
Make utopia no longer a dream

The Last Card

Life is a gamble
A game of cards
Or is it a gambol
A wandering through fields of chance?
I believe
Your fate is decided by numerous possibilities
Do you have a moneyed father?
Are you rich enough to resolve your crimes legally?
Are you too poor to win legal battles?
Are you born in the right race?
Are you black?
Are you foreign?
Did you choose a lucrative career?
Or are you an idealist?
Compassionate?
A poverty stricken dreamer of a better world?
That’s it then; there we have it
Some key forces in charge of your destiny
Your raison d’être in a nut shell
One’s destiny depends on so many variables
So where does that leave us?
It’s quite simple really
The leader word now is billionaire
The power word is money
Democracy has become corporate decrees
War has become military industrial complex
Weather has become tragic disaster
History has become total disregard
So where does the game stand now?
What is the last card?
Beyond doubt it is peaceful revolution

Genocide

There is an argument raging just now
About the condition of a country
No names mentioned here, just questions
Are tens of thousands of civilians dead?
Are children dying?
Are most homes reduced to rubble?
Hospitals?
Schools?
Have over 90% of the population been displaced?
Is civilian movement determined by military forces?
Is there deliberate, intended mental harm?
Have nearly a million children been forcibly displaced?
Have thousands been separated from their parents?
Is food at famine level?
Has relief been prevented?
Has a war been waged for nearly three years?
Is there a deliberate aim to destroy a targeted group?
Has healthcare collapsed?
Has the International Court of Justice been defied?
There, that will do
Enough questions
Now for some answers
Open your eyes to constant newsreel pictures
Note well United Nations independent statistics
Listen to interviews
Look carefully at the deeds of participants
On both sides
Then think deeply on the situation in question
Let justice lead you
Decide for yourself the crime
Just one conclusion, guilty unnamed: genocide

Dangerous Dealing

“It’s clear you’re not happy, so pack your bags and piss off back to Pakistan.” An Australian politician’s words to an Australian Muslim after the loss of a court battle.

Speak speak the tainted truth
To prove you are a racist forsooth
Court the praise of similar sinners
You think it’s the way to join the winners

Portray yourself as a victim of the law
This seems what judges are created for
The way to give your polls a jump
A trick you’ve learnt from Donald Trump

Put on airs and strive to be famous
Though you may act as an ignoramus
In politics you’re a confusing debater
About as helpful as a dumb waiter

Cry loudly cry loudly to put your case
Your twisted view of the human race
Condemn the end of White Australia
Then flaunt your rich boss’s flash regalia

Success success that is your dream
Astroturfing is your scheme
It’s digital campaigning funded by the rich
To inspire the mob to fever pitch

Cries cries promoting lies
That is your way to claim the prize
But a traveller in this mindless direction
Should never aspire to win an election

Sceptic’s Folly

Fire’s burning. Fire’s burning.
From the mountains to the sea.
Death here! Death there!
This folly should never be.

Rivers rising. Rivers rising
And the farm is a lake.
People drowning! People drowning!
What’s the reason for pity’s sake?

Drought lasting! Drought lasting!
It’s a desert not a plain.
Got no water! Got no water!
All our efforts are in vain.

Lightning flashes. Thunder roars.
Tempests become the norm
Destruction here! Chaos there!
There’s no mercy in the storm.

Heat is deadly. Heat is deadly..
Too many people are dying
Young victims! Old victims!
Oil drillers must stop denying.

Ice is melting. Forests depleted.
Many animals’ life ends.
Creatures vanishing! Humans banishing!
Still the sceptic pretends.

Waves are rising. It’s demoralising.
Foreshores swamped by seas.
Houses crumbling! The guilty mumbling!
Owners plead on their knees.

Action needed. Truth conceded.
It is time to heed the science
Oust the deniers! The rich suppliers!
Fate depends on your compliance.

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Misdeeds Around Us

On A Sinister Role Model

Hitler was a man with wicked dreams
Monoculture was one of his schemes
His land was similar to a White Australia
If not Aryan it would be a failure
This vile man to his very last breath
Said if you’re different you deserve death
His rich acolytes had weapons to peddle
If they joined him he gave them a medal
Ability meant nothing to his mindless crew
Getting fame was all you had to do
Alliances overseas were another plot
Even though the allies spoke sheer tommyrot
Hitler was a stimulus for racial division
And scorn of religion was another revision
This man was ruthless and far from wise
His workers got pay but never a rise
On top of that he supported bosses
Sacking was no worry; he’d fund boss’s losses
Hitler had fear of a revolution
To him eugenics was the final solution
His harsh laws gave black people dismay
Causing despair as it does today
He was so keen on a foreign alliance
It parallels now our Trump reliance
Cruel xenophobia was his characteristic
Making his hatred of foes simplistic
So now you can see what made up the man
Avid prejudice gave him elan
Learn please the lesson to win your ovations
Hitler’s deeds now are so like one nations’

New King Cole

New King Cole is a very old soul
And he sets his diddlers free
They think he’s funny
With plenty of money
And they happily cheat you and me
They rob to the left and rob to the right
Harming many a resident
And what’s more
With sins galore
The King has become the president
So he rules the land like an ampersand
Adding to many people’s woes
He starts a war
Not knowing what for
And treads on everybody’s toes
That is but a little part of his sins
He meticulously breaks the law
His fools are not nice
They work for ICE
And generate misery what’s more
But times in the end must change
Truth and wisdom always win
When the people rule
They expose a fool
And punish his every sin
Now New King Cole is a very sad soul
And he’s brought his diddlers glee
They think he’s not funny
They’ve taken his money
And set all the immigrants free

Where Have All The Bigots Gone?

Where have all the bigots gone?
Long time learning
Where have all the bigots gone?
Long time past
Where have all the bigots gone
Courted xenophobes every one
When will they see the truth?
When will they see the truth?
Where have all the xenophobes gone?
Long time learning
Where have all the xenophobes gone?
Long time past
Where have all the xenophobes gone
Gave birth to racists every one
When will they see the truth?
When will they see the truth?
Where have all the racists gone?
Long time learning
Where have all the racists gone?
Long time past
Where have all the racists gone
Into the Party every one
When will they see the truth?
When will they see the truth?
Where have the members gone?
Long time learning
Where have all the the members gone?
Long time past
Where have all the members gone?
Into oblivion every one
Now they have seen the truth
Now they have seen the truth

On A Political Trickster

Have you noticed
That flock of Benedict Arnolds
Oozing slyly into that racist party
Because its polls are good?
Mephistopheles is at it again
Disguised as a woman this time
Posing as a statesman
Popular as a prime minister
How sinister!
Isn’t it strange
How an ignorant fool
Can outwit the misguided?
Mephisto is so cunning
Posing as a victim of prejudice
When in fact this ignoramus reeks of bias
Preconceived ideas
Intolerance
Unfairness
Inequality
And harm to the innocent
Let us go then dear reader
You and I
Past the detriment, harm and damage
Let us grovel no longer to sycophantic cowards
Check the evidence
And see the truth
To vote for verity and wisdom
Then and only then
Will justice replace repression and villainy

The Peptic Sceptic

“Climate change is absolute crap.” Tony Abbott

“The climate cult will inevitably be discredited, I just hope we don’t have to endure an energy catastrophe before that happens.” Tony Abbott

“And when I was feeling particularly bold, I would add things like this, I would say, ‘you know, 10,000 years or so back we had an Ice Age, that was rather dramatic climate change, but presumably that had nothing to do with mankind’s carbon dioxide emissions.” Tony Abbott

Just listen to them
Agents of death promoting fossil fuels
Freedom they say is a catalyst for life
Free enterprise is their scheme
Obedience to the market
And money for the venal corporate interests
So ignore the vicious savagery of wildfire
Whose inexorable flames have no pity
Take no notice of merciless floods
That sweep your existence away
Cast aside drought that diminishes existence
A grim unstoppable extermination of dreams
Count the dead you prosperous fraudsters
There’s no business like low business
Statements of net worth written in Hell
Death lists devoid of reason
Blacklists of wrongful, sinful, immoral profiteers

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Recent Thoughts

Love Is

Love is sunshine after a rainy day
A refugee’s composure when kindness has its way
A lonely old man’s gratitude when aged care arrives
Your ailing child who with medical aid survives

Love is a gentle breeze amidst harsh summer heat
Moonlight where inamoratas meet
A shelter for a traveller amidst pouring rain
A gentle smile when music yields a forgotten refrain

Love is a waving hand when the ship departs
A feeling when a smile or two replaces harsh remarks
Fortitude from a friend near the end of your days
The proud glance of a client who with a smile repays

Love is your dog wagging its tail
Crossing the street with that elder so old and frail
That youth who handed your found wallet to you
Your joy when a friend’s promise turns out to be true

Love is when your child says the first word
When a racist’s diatribe is proclaimed absurd
When a wild bird notices you and trusts you
When someone you’ve taught knows what to do

Love is when a child gives you a seat in a crowded train
When you meet a long lost soulmate once again
When politicians curb their self-promotion deeds
And shape a world so clearly in tune with people’s needs


Nincompoop Nellie

Have you heard of Nincompoop Nellie
Who gives you a pain in the belly?
Or to more aptly describe the wreck
The source of pain is the neck
Nellie dreams now of being prime minister
But her modus operandi is decidedly sinister
She wants to wed logging to normal agriculture
And make Australia a monoculture
The only asylum that is part of her tricks
Is the one that you need for lunatics
She poses blandly as a star
But her way out thinking is well below par
Policies to her are dreams with no detail
Better seen as schemes for lucrative retail
She is in the good books of a wealthy plutocrat
Whose aims you’ll discover if you can smell a rat
Just listen to that idiot’s quite inane quips
She learnt her mannerisms selling fish and chips
Misfits like Nellie tend to get support
In a troubled world they’re a last resort
The mob when cross with the state of the nation
Tend to give fairy tales an ovation
Their pie in the sky sounds good to fools
So with their devotion they break all the rules
And that’s where Nellie comes in
As a sponsored dunce she can win
A political party she has now formed
But all its adherents are fallaciously informed
They all preach hate and disgust with science
So with neocon fascists they’ve a stark dark alliance.

Hate


Hate it is a sordid thing
Feared from Pole to Pole
Very important to active fascists
A strategy they constantly use
To achieve their sleazy aims
Let us examine how they do it
First they find enemies
People with a different tongue often
Immigrants in other words
Indigenous victims too
And rivals not in harmony with chosen get rich plans
Plus those who waste money on welfare
And people who threaten change
Next come acquiescent media
Who ask the right questions
Now we are ready to swing into action
First come the slogans such as shoot the brute
Then come the promises
Swearing to change the world
Totally without evidence or planning
More houses
More jobs
More money
More weapons for fake security
Cheaper living
And so the wheel of deception turns
Now what of the action?
First you scorn viciously the existing government
Get your tongue around promises you won’t keep
It’s important that they sound gloriously superb
Then watch the votes come flooding in
At the dawn of another Third Reich


The Last Hurrah

“I have never feared that the revolution would be engendered by the universities; but that at them a whole generation of revolutionaries must be formed, unless the evil is restrained, seems to me certain….”
Clemens von Metternich


Defining Antisemitism
The new definition means that academics and students who attack Zionism can be sanctioned for anti-Semitism. Australia’s Special Envoy to Combat anti-Semitism, Jillian Segal, called the definition an “important step.”
Rachel Mealey


So you want to control university morality
Make them conform to approved standards
But wait a minute
There are laws already to enforce this
Why choose universities for this enforcement?
What are you afraid of?
Academia has one passion
A guiding light in the darkness of despair
It is the pursuit of truth
That is what evil doers fear above all else
Throughout the ages
Universities have changed man’s destiny
By telling the truth
Thus came the verity that the earth circles the sun
The first indigenous truth-telling
And atomic awareness
This was the triumph of reality
Always the last hurrah


Boat People

Kindness gives birth to kindness.
Sophocles

Me
You are little fishes in a shark-infested bay
Flights of fragile insects, dodging birds of prey
Terror-stricken scapegoats, forever on the run
Shadows on a doorstep, crippled by the morning sun
Scattered seeds of suffering, trying to grow on stone
Unwanted flowers at funerals, which may be your own
Beggars knocking softly, on a rich man’s cast-iron door
Running from his dogs cut loose, not believing what you saw
Pleas for help in a jungle, drowned by a Lion’s roar
Vespers in a vestry, which even ghouls deplore
Broken dolls left floating, unwanted in a gutter
Butterflies trapped in an angry web, a spinner’s bread and butter

Others
What on earth are you doing here, riding on our waves?
Cluttering up our borders; go home to your own graves
We will select who enters here, as bigots beat our drum
We will decide the circumstances when it is you come.
10-4?

Music For Boat People, Circular Quay, Sydney
26 May, 2010

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Some Hidden Truths

The Party’s Tradition

So the party’s tradition must be respected
More than eighty years of noble history
Let us analyse this then for the record
Freedom
Ah yes freedom!
Freedom to run a business
No or low taxes
No government intrusion
No control over the biased media
No intrusion into a free market
By the people’s parliament
In other words free enterprise
Truly free
Small government
Aided by privatisation
Unburdened excessively
By hospitals, schools and the ever increasing aged
Focused on war however
A profitable enterprise always
So we cultivate fear
Border protection
And guardian alliances
That’s it then
A lucrative utopia
A fulfilment of dreams
As long as ventures are unrestricted
By red tape
And government intrusion
So come, come, come now back to the good old days

An Unworthy Citizen

Everyone has the right to seek and to enjoy in other countries asylum from persecution. Article 14, UN Declaration Of Human Rights 1948
Australians must live under the one cultural umbrella. P. Hanson

O sir,
You ask me for my reasons
I am here to tell you as best I can
As you can see I am a Muslim woman
From Gaza where I was a teacher
My husband was killed by the IDF
My two children lie buried still in the rubble of my home
My parents have died from old age and starvation
I have fled
As there is nothing left in my homeland for me
I am totally alone
The UNHCR has led me here
And a boat was my only means of travel
All that is left for me is a longing to serve
To build a new life with love of humanity
To teach another mother’s children
To find new friends
Perhaps a new family
To sleep peacefully at night
To dream of a better world tomorrow

Regrets Madam
Indefinite detention is for you
Nauru Regional Processing Centre
No trial
No habeas corpus
Your old thinking and old identity cannot be accepted

Racism Denied

“The lost purity of the blood alone destroys inner happiness forever, plunges man into the abyss for all time, and the consequences can never more be eliminated from body and spirit.” Adolph Hitler
“And if we’re proud of Australia as it is, as we’re entitled to be, we should be wary of immigration that risks making the native born feel like strangers in their own neighbourhoods.” Tony Abbot

Once I was lonely and feeling down
My world was inhospitable
I crossed a field to a foreigner’s home
I had met him briefly before
He was standing outside
And pointed to his door
We went in
And there too was his wife
I was welcomed
And we three talked
He was a carpenter in his native land
And she a teacher
Their English was satisfactory
I learnt so much about their homeland
And indeed about myself
They spoke of mountains and rivers
Surprising social events
And different ways of doing things
Our talk was a strange alchemy
We talked of Jesus a stranger who was invited in
And of the many outcasts struggling to survive today
We agreed, so strongly, there but for fate go we
Suddenly I was not lonely

Party Policy

“Blut und Boden” (“Blood and Soil”): A German saying stressing Aryan purity during World War II.

O friend you are a learner who wants to join our party
I’ll give you instructions now to help you be more arty
First of all you need to know our ways to win ovation
Patriotism is our scheme designed to advance our nation
Adolph Hitler you may know was our voluble vulture
It is true with much ado he believed in monoculture
Like Goebbels we give immigrants absolute contempt
For punishment of this misdemeanour we are all exempt
We too believe in propaganda
In the forest of deception we all love to meander
The problems of the world we claim to fix
But there is no evidence to validate our tricks
Our leader is ignorant but stirs the masses
What seems to be honey is really molasses
Our policies reek of sly convolution
But it seems to dunces we have a solution
I am happy too we have angels in support
Rich mentors whose money is easily sought
And so the votes come in
Stark consequences of sin
We pursue the dream of plutocracy
Perhaps it’s better labelled timocracy*

So now with us you’ll make Australia great
But the media as always, will finally determine your fate

*Power defined by property and wealth.

The Willing Politico

O President I’m a novice and I’ve just arrived in town
I’ll need instructions my good sir so I won’t be a clown
Now that I’m elected there’s some help I’m asking for
You must give me lessons as I‘ve never lied before
There are many challenges not triumphed over yet
Nepotism’s something I simply do not get
But your potent wisdom will open for me that door
You must give me lessons as I‘ve never lied before
Cronyism is a skill for me I’m not yet up to
I know it is your golden way to make all dreams come true
Yes tell me please and turn my words into a lion’s roar
You must give me lessons as I‘ve never lied before
Insider trading is an art I am yet to master
With your help my learning will indeed be faster
Conflict of interest is a device to win a political war
So you must give me lessons as I‘ve never lied before
I’m told that gerrymandering is the way to win an election
Will you please then guide me now in that true direction?
And misinformation is the trick with you I must explore
You must give me lessons as I‘ve never lied before
Accepting money, gifts or favours for political influence
Yes bribery and extortion have a stunning confluence
Together we can find the way to victory what’s more
But you must give me lessons as I‘ve never lied before
Another golden route to winning is embezzlement and fraud
Personal benefit from taxpayer money is its own reward
Come then with me to a win as we defy the law
You must give me lessons as I‘ve never lied before

Yes, yes, yes it’s such a wondrous chore
The knowledge that you give me as I‘ve never lied before

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Shadows Hiding The Sun

We Shall Overcome

Look at him
So much money he has unlimited power
Doesn’t need to ask for respect
Or understanding
Except for his business enterprises
Believes in violence with disagreement
Has fascist empathy
Publicly gave a blackshirt salute
Has no pity
No compassion for humanity
Dismembered USAID causing thousands of deaths
Domination is this man’s substitute for freedom
So he demands to be free to rule
Realism is his other name for racism
And the symptoms pervade his animality
That is his modus vivendi*
What is to be done about this?
Our only hope is to unite
All plutocrats depend on the obedience of the masses
We blindly accept control as obedience is taught
But it need not be
As one we are frail and weak
But together we are strong
So victims unite
Stand together with each other
Learn from past triumphs
Listen to the music
And then we shall overcome

*Way of life

The Power Of One

It’s just me
I am totally alone
And the world is filling me with stress
Corporations
Leave me threatened by war and penury
I am old
Apparently past it
Can’t walk
Cannot drive any more
My mobility depends on a wheel chair
And a kind spirit to push me
Yet even so I have an agenda
I will give love to immigrants
Not sanction them for being different
But welcome them
For giving new words, new foods, new ideas
To a stagnant white Australia
I will ignore
The military industrial complex
I will not vote for its weapons
That bring vast financial gain to the wrong people
I will cherish science loudly
And mock the deniers of climate change
I will laugh at small government
As it sells off my welfare to greedy profiteers
Just a little voice mine
Emanating from a weak body
From a life nearly over
Amidst vicious control by the rich and powerful
But the reader of this poem has heard me
So the humble power of one has begun

Hate Is Big Business

Have you noticed
How politicians find an enemy for you
When they seek your vote?
If your life is troubled
They invent a reason
Then promise a solution
Usually with little or no evidence
During my time
Charlatans have blamed immigrants for so much
They share no evidence
No compassion for fellow human beings
Have no problem with support from rich xenophobes
They get lots of assistance
Lots of money
Lots of social media propaganda
And so the witless can win popularity
As a racist motto is reborn:
“Ein Volk, Ein Reich, Ein Führer”
“One people, one nation, one leader”
And then the money flows
For industries causing global warming
For media biased supporters
And weapons to conquer contrived enemies
Yes hate is big business
It is part of small government
Balanced budgets with no waste on welfare
Privatising everything
Especially for weaponry and prisons
In the meantime
Thousands are dying as war victims
Genocide is a better way of putting it
Third World countries are vastly under privileged
While our migrants are probed on the Australian way of life


Maggie Mindless


There she is
What a fizz
It’s a problem every teacher fears
She has no cerebral hemispheres
Like some food without seasoning
She’s inept at thinking and reasoning
To make things worse
All revealed in this verse
As a source of sheer jocularity
She has increasing popularity
It’s a trouble because she’s so arty
And has formed a political party
What is the problem? You may ask
Why it’s hopeless, she’s simply not up to the task
Words are her problem; she lacks basic skill
Which invites her rivals to come in for the kill
Her lack of awareness with language is absurd
She thinks mono and multi make the same word
Not only that, many terms are unknown
Tolerance and compassion she leaves alone
Instead she spreads hatred of so many things
For science and other cultures her alarm bell rings
Working people and government regulations
Seem to give her tribulations
And so she blunders along
Singing her mindless song
Her love of herself brings doubtful survival
As clearly with that she does have no rival
She worships profusely a devious boss
Whose humane values are a tragic loss
But above all these many things sinister
Maggie hopes to be our Prime Minister

Please Let Me Stay

I now a wanderer who does not wish to roam
I now forced to run away and dare not use my name
Home is blown apart for us just like my broken heart
Loved ones vanish all at once, in the choke of war
Even my dog is dead
I been seen in many places by unfamiliar eyes
So may it please you Sir, as I kneel upon your shore,
Please let me stay

I now a wanderer who does not wish to roam
I now forced to run away and dare not use my name
Windows broken by strangers with rat-tat-tatting guns
Triggers pulled by soldiers, all with unknown skins
Even my dog is dead
I not find a friendly face no matter where I tread
So may it please you Sir, as I kneel upon your shore,
Please let me stay

I now a wanderer who does not wish to roam
I now forced to run away and dare not use my name
My school and town no longer there, danger everywhere
Old world gone like a daydream melting
Even my dog is dead
I try to be brave so many times, but I only cry instead
So may it please you Sir, as I kneel upon your shore,
Please let me stay

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