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.

royciebaby

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

royciebaby

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

royciebaby

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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Some Problems Noticed

The KKK Is With Us



The movement is designed to create a real brotherhood among men who are akin in race, belief, spirit, character, interest, and purpose. From The Klansman’s Manual 1925.
Klansmen are dedicated to the principle that America shall be made American through the promulgation of American doctrines, the dissemination of American ideals, the creation of wholesome American sentiment, the preservation of American institutions. Loc. cit.


O dear!
The Ku Klux Klan is born again
Just look at what is happening in Australia
Anti-immigration rings around our heavens
Three jeers for migrants
Contempt, anger, disdain, scorn
Fictitious blame for the housing shortage
An arrant lie
Christian identity and morality only
Mockery of the hijab
Derision of a non Australian religion
Klan-like patriotism
A compulsory test
An inquisition on knowledge of Australian ways
Look now at the sudden changes
Nativism, white supremacy and racial discrimination
Golden incentives for popularity
Respect for a monolith now blooms like poison ivy
Deceived mobs are marching in the streets
It’s on again and all we can say is God bless America

Untenable Fame

Just look at that enthusiastic rabble
So many of them
Beguiled by pie in the sky with no recipe
No evidence to support promises
And tinctured with hatred
Just look at the mob rallying around the liar
They are so gullible
Beguiled by changes in the moon
So many of them
Flocking like flies to raw meat
Thinking to change the world with gibberish
Meaningless chatter disguised as policy
Nonsense disguised as politics
So rally round a different flag please
Dismember the dissembler
Reveal the power of truth
Of authentication
Of testimony
Of proof
Let the rabble sink in its own fallacious existence
Its own demise
Brought about by integrity
By probity
By civic virtue
By altruism
And by statesmanship

See then how they crumble
How the reality of their far right schemes explodes
And turns into lessons learned by vulnerable mankind


Monoculture Shame

Hey there note well
The messenger from Hell
A kind of voluble vulture
Preaching monoculture
If she has her way
We’ll know utter dismay
If done in the past as time moved on
Many bold dreams would now be gone
To avoid a life that is hollow
Please look at the words that follow
It’s written in the sands
We owe so much to other lands
Our word typhoon comes from Mandarin
Iraq gave us algebra and that is a win
Candy and coffee and alcohol are drawn from Arabic
Pal and posh from Romani can help you take a trick
For algorithm we’re indebted to Iran
For strength with judo we must thank Japan
Czechoslovakia gave us robot
And a fascist from Italy I am not
Disinformation is Russia’s lost cause
For poor defaced Gaza we’re thankful for gauze
Indonesia very kindly gave us cockatoo
While the bedlam of Palestine’s a hullabaloo
For restaurant and menu we’re indebted to France
While the waltz from Austria is a merry dance
Now a bungalow from India is from Poland spruce
For a German hamburger we find a good use
Yes so many words are a farewell to strife
Language is a touchstone of all human life
Multicultural serves our very existence
So give fascist disinformation your total resistance

Small Government Blues

Yea Yea listen today
To what that mercenary has to say
In praise of herself
Surrounded by pelf
Please take all my torments away

She is so weathy
Egotistical and stealthy
Acts like a witch
To make herself rich
Please take all my torments away

Minimal state intervention
Is her sinister intention
Small government is her pitch
To make her and her cronies rich
Please take all my torments away

Note well her evil plan
To privatise with elan
To follow Musk’s chainsaw inversion
With a bulldozer diversion
Please take all my torments away

So this is her devious scheme
To promote her selfish dream
As one nation receives an ovation
Derived from people’s privation
Please take all my torments away

Please take all my torments away
Please take all my torments away

Purpose Driven Merch

O I am poor
And old what’s more
But so many things confound me
Wrought by fools around me
Hatred exists for the foreign fraternity
Condemned to suffer throughout eternity
Rich dinosaurs have so much power
They turn the news into a witching hour
Oligarchs, plutocrats, the 1%
Now see politics as heaven sent
They foster morons with ability remote
So that other nincompoops will give them their vote
The military industrial complex is blooming
Which means war is constantly looming
The media too are so unilateral
They turn every circle into a quadrilateral
Lies, lies, lies are theirs for the telling
And our lovely rain forest is ripe for the felling
There you see, so many things
Are the reason the choir of displeasure sings
You have to act
And that’s a fact
Poor and weak as you are
On the road to virtue you can still go far

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Square Pegs In Round Holes

Not A Witch

She’s a racist to the core
That’s all her main plans are created for
She claims to change the world by magic
Though the consequences are clearly tragic
But she’s not a witch

She does her deeds to please a rich wizard
And vows to split each migrant’s gizzard
She says she walks in a suspect’s shoes
Despite the damning and tragic clues
But she’s not a witch

She curses and hexes every visitor
And treats them each day like a Spanish Inquisitor
Her faith in truth is as frail as a feather
And that is how she juggles the weather
But she’s not a witch

She has no morale; in fact she dispirits
And seems to consort with evil spirits
Brewing poisons is her political game
So her every deed resounds with shame
But she’s not a witch

Her political life is poisoned with spite
As her brain sadly fails to discover what’s right
Yet dullards still give her a rousing ovation
Though her guilt threatens the fate of one nation But she’s not a witch

The Yes-woman

Yes-man: a person who always agrees with his political leader or his superior at work. Oxford Dictionary

Just look at her
Fawning over her rich mentor
A sycophant in a quest for power
See how this dynamic plays out in corporate culture
Obedience galore
Loyalty to the military industrial complex
Support for global warmers
Plans to dig dig dig and drill drill drill
To curse the Paris Agreement
Condemn carbon cuts
Ah yes
Notice her obeisance
She is such a dutiful clod
Well paid for her compliance
Her blandly required agenda
You may ask why did she choose politics?
The answer is simple
She’s a narcissist
Bur desperately in love with her moneyed instructor
And the popularity sweeps her away
Social media is her device
With promises promises promises
But no proof with her cheating
Followers flock to her just now
Because times are hard
So solutions without policy are her game
It’s the yes-woman’s way to gain fame

Madame Defarge

Madame Thérèse Defarge is a fictional character and the main antagonist of the 1859 novel A Tale Of Two Cities by Charles Dickens. She is one of the main villains of the novel and famous for her knitting. Wikipedia

There is a person now at large
For all the world like Madame Defarge

She is cunning and very violent
And alas for the world she is never silent

This Madame Defarge gives deception a boost
She is a hen that rules the roost

She puts her case with stark simplicity
But her loud mouthed statements are sheer duplicity

Politics is her crafty calling
Yet her lack of wisdom is quite appalling

She claims to be ready for a revolution
Though every promise is a convolution

Her words ring out with stark malevolence
Yet her stated policies are all free of evidence

One people one realm one homeland one state
Her party is one only fools infiltrate

Her infamy, blame, disgrace are so fitting
She should instead return to her knitting


E = mc² Shame

A bad energy policy is a danger
There’s a new one emerging from the wings
From a political star with a feminine mystique
She is not lost for words
Only wisdom
Integrity
Truth
Global warming to her is a myth
Coal is a justified source of energy
Cheap and reliable
Gas too demands our attention
So we must use it cheaply
The waste and cost of atomic fission are non sequiturs
Modernity calls
All will be well from policies still unwritten
So there we have it
Utopia is just a vote for her and her right wing throng
Note well the fascist strategy however
Denigrate all opponents violently
Abuse and hate them
Create a myth of of your own perfection
Call damaging truth fake news
Spread the word
On social networks
Discussion sites and forums
And microblogging
Then the votes will be yours
So journey down to the polls dear friends
Vote for deception that never ends
Boadicea is wildly storming
To put an end to global warming

How To Be Popular

So you want people to vote for you
No problem
It’s quite easy
Observe carefully fellow humans who suffer
Find for them someone to blame
Then teach them to hate
Blindly with passion
Then the fun starts
Stir their emotions with promises
High sounding solutions to all their troubles
Don’t worry about evidence
No carefully researched strategies
With your pie in the sky you’ll make dreams come true
Now these procedures are costly
So find a sponsor to ingratiate with
Share causes
Don’t mention propaganda
Call it public relations
Then comes vital performance
Find a mob who are swallowing your poison
Let them cheer you on camera
Pretend to be their friends
Hug many people
Clap yourself
Give speeches that reveal the dawn of a new age
Pretend to be modest
Pretend to be shy
But deplore your chosen scapegoats endlessly
Give a closing interview on Sky News
Then proudly become a sinister prime minister

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Tales Of Our Times

Angels Of Patient Transport

28 May 2026

Well here I am
Life is not easy when you are ninety-two
Lots of aches
My legs are painfully disobedient when I walk
My balance is little better than a drunken man’s
No more evening strolls
I’m marooned indoors
I cannot leave home unassisted
Which brings me to an important part of my narrative
Actually I have just returned from an outing
A visit to a doctor was the reason
So two transport angels knocked on my door
Each a caring young woman ready for her work
A stairway was the first challenge for Odysseus
Up he went, supported step by step
To prevent a fall
Then onto a stretcher
And skilfully loaded into the transport vehicle
He felt so secure during the road journey
And when skilfully disembarked
And taken via a lift to the doctor’s surgery
And the ultimate comfort of a wheelchair interview
Back they came on time
When the doctor had finished his diagnosis
Ulysses was gently and skilfully returned to his home
How can I thank these two beautiful people?
How can I reveal the power of their kindness?
I’ve got it!
I’ll write a poem about them

Negative Thinking

“But we will decide who comes to this country and the circumstances in which they come.” John Howard

Listen to them
Those politicians rattling their sabres
No policies
No evidence to convince you
And support their point of view
Nothing but abusive rhetoric
Aimed at destruction of their opponents
“Liar” is their convincing word
More devastating than “a change of mind”
“Australia First” is a neat way to oppose immigrants
With strong racist undertones
No real evidence
No support for other than a white Australia policy
Do you recall the children overboard scandal of 2001?
Fake news
Deliberate propaganda about refugee morality
A tapping into existing racial prejudice
And there are always votes in it
Skin colour, ethnic origin or religion are weapons now
Skilfully used in the populist syndrome
First Nations people still suffer too from our invasion
And the tide is not turning
O yes
And big business seeks control
Absolute power
So it finances obedient lackeys
Who are not troubled by the negative ability to think

Climate Claptrap

So there we have it
The latest rightist policy on climate
Let us find an appropriate word
Stupidity, gibberish, blather, claptrap
Inanity, stupidity, folly, mischief
Any one of these will do
Why is this so?
Well first Net Zero is to be abandoned
Aha!
Now these halfwits’ mental status is improving
To the level of morons
Who cares about wildfire
The unstoppable fingers of fire
That seize all that you own and destroy it?
Even you may die
Who cares about relentless inundation
That sweeps away all that you own and destroys it?
Even you may die
Who cares about destroyed ecosystems
That bring extinction to vulnerable wildlife?
Even koalas may die
Who cares about sea level rising
That sweeps away sea side gardens?
Even coastal cities may die
All that matters is cheaper energy
And the budgets of vociferous industrial magnates
Especially the coal barons
Those greedy fools use the media for personal gain
Virulent voices rarely doing justice to the truth
But the solution beckons if we stand together
So let us close our ears and talk about the weather

A Sociopath Dreams Of Power

Sociopath: a person consistently exhibiting antisocial, impulsive, and manipulative behaviour. Oxford Dictionary

There she is
An obvious danger to mankind
Inspired by the dark side of the moon
Just listen to her
Pipe dreams flowing from her tongue like aged wine
Such nonsense
All sops for Cerberus her rich subsidiser
With bribes for voters who otherwise ignore her
She’s suddenly in favour with the masses
Note well her methodology
Chimera every time she speaks
She will fix the country and make you rich
Constant delusion
Climate science is humbug
Castles in the air
Trust me; you don’t need evidence
Quixotic promises
Drill baby drill to triumph
Now look at her sudden popularity
Why is this so?
It’s simple
Promise utopia without proof
With full details in the media and you win
Find an enemy too to condemn or ridicule
Such as immigrants
Please note their privation in the modern world
Another important foe is the ruling elite
Their victims need this female saviour’s help
And victory will be hers
Through a war against easy targets
She will use a constant sense of crisis
Social media will do the brainwashing
With an “us or them” motif
And so this charismatic fish out of water
Will save every other misfit from extinction

Liars Incorporated

Listen to them
Dissembling with such skill and precision
Fabricating illusions
That give that nonentity political importance
A yes-man to do their bidding
A paper president who grants their wishes
And what of their war
The most lucrative business of all?
Cast your eyes on the ruins
Rubble everywhere
Nothing spared with the devastation
Just imagine the balance sheet for this
A vast profitable panacea for the rich
For the military industrial complex
With more and more billionaires holding forth
It’s a golden age for tycoons, moguls or fat cats
As the fires of deception rage on
Tax free investment
Undue biased media ownership
Dangerous political influence
Ignored environmental dangers
Unfair health profit margins
Remunerative fossil fuel investments
There you have it
All consequences hidden or disguised by lies
You dissemble for profit
Fabricate for funds
Lead astray for pay
Deceive to receive
Perjure to nurture
Mislead to succeed
It’s all so simple; the deceiver is the receiver
And the wheels of government turn
As the plutocrats earn

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