Royce Levi Australian Teacher and Author

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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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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More Malfeasance

Ecocide

It’s deliberate
A wasteland in three places
Diligently created
By violence
Ruthlessly
Linked to a dedicated dream of empire building
Ah Jordan River
Ah Cedar Republic
Ah Treasure of the Sea
Once shelters for family, especially children
Centres of beauty and peace
Where a walk at sunset was resounding with tranquility
Not now
Just look at those places if you dare
Destruction oozes into your awareness
No buildings standing
Instead they are ruins tangled in themselves
Where family corpses are inaccessible still
Roads are cluttered with debris
Hospitals with canvas-roofed wards
Even churches are in ruins
Why is this so?
How dare I ask such a question?
Isn’t it obvious?
Precedents are there for the noticing
Poland 1 September 1939 for example
This present situation is dire
Truth is needed
Justice too
Now it’s a call to the ICJ
Judgement now please before it is too late

Voluble Hypocrite

On A Recent Political Speech

Look at you
Reading your speech as it’s written by someone else
So negative
Defaming the government with passionate lies
With fake evidence
For a largely compliant journalistic audience
Who will support you as their masters decree
Eloquent nonsense
To gain approval from the ignorant herd of voters
I see how the words roll off your tongue
Like flies on meat
Damaging reality with decadent falsification
What can we make of you, Sir?
Why are you ambitious
Passionately so?
The answer is you have an agenda
Your mission is power
Power for your colluders
And power for yourself
Come then
Let us see the destiny you seek
No regulation of prices
No public ownership
No public spending
No taxation of the rich, only of the poor
No workplace regulation
No protectionism
Aha! That’s it then
This pretence of kindness to the common man
This emotional utopian claptrap
Would sadly court disaster for our unfortunate nation

Astroturf Icon

Look at her
That strange woman
Acting like a reject from a politburo
Mouthing policies with fake self confidence
For an audience of non thinkers
Her ignorant herd of malcontents
Who regard her as a Maria Theresa
A ruler to be
Just listen to her
She is so regal in her ignorance
Posturing
And reading a speech through magnifying glasses
That was obviously written by someone else
But what lies it boasts!
Each one a sop to Cerberus
A token of support for her rich and powerful allies
Climate change is a fake
Fossil fuels are in
Government sponsorship of them is the plan
And it’s drill baby drill.
No mention of extreme weather
No mention of wildfire
No mention of socioeconomic devastation
No compassion for refugees
No tolerance of the indigenous
No evidential support for anything
And so the sham continues
A drive to mobilise and manipulate the masses
Notice though her support is rising
Her appeal is to the nation’s misfits
But absolute power must be her vile dream forsaken

Opposition From Hell

So your political standing is diminished
Rivals are ahead of you
You must change the tide of contempt
Find a way to win lost support
Go to it then
It’s time for action
A smear campaign
Victimise aliens
Character assassination
Call your rival a liar
Dark money
Unlimited funding from secret donors
Go to it then
It’s time for action
Release concocted news to a collaborative press
Give populist solutions to the non-thinkers
Low taxes and no Net Zero
Convenient accusations or scandals
With the aid of shock locks
Or Fox Corporation or News Corp
Back to the good old days
Crony capitalism and the revolving door
Monopolies
Oligopolies
Bailouts for big concerns
Favourable industrial regulations
And externalising costs
Yes
You are a tried and true party
So believe, obey and fight

Unscrupulous Piracy

Yo Ho Ho here’s a toast in rum
Pirates are back and beating their drum
On the high seas rights are protected
But by one savage nation they are neglected
Innocent vessels travelling for kindness
Were boarded and ravaged with arrogant blindness
Violence was wrought with stark animosity
Any explanation was judged as verbosity
What an arrogant ugly assault on the free
With total disregard for the law of the sea
Note well the violence; heed the dark deeds
Far beyond tolerance the ferocity exceeds
Hijack of cargo, kidnap of crew
False justice proclaimed with a hullabaloo
Maritime robbery is the intention
On all he newsreels it gets a mention
The assaulted crew is victimised
While the reason for the assault is eulogised
The wings of justice here have no thrust
When tricksters are given a nation’s trust
Notice please the violence they exhibit
Marauding in ways all laws prohibit
Cruelty
Ferocity
Barbarity
Atrocity
Of dastardly deeds there is absolute proof
All lawyers will testify as complete truth
So now it’s time for all hands on deck
Or the ship of justice will soon be a wreck
Get thee hence robbers back to the shore
Peaceful transit is what seaways are for

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Some Joy and Some Despondency

To My Son

I hear a voice
That stirs my imagination and awakens my soul
When my son shares his esprit with me
He has travelled far across the realms of life
Has an awareness
Startling for its wisdom
And inspiring for its revelation of truth
How can I not be changed by it?
For I am old and set in my ways
Beguiled by the contemporary plague of deception
The lucrative deceit of the invisible hand
That leaves me blundering
Struggling to sanctify my own existence

His words are magic
Although gentle
They sweep me out of my valley of ignorance
To a place
High above the clouds
Where I see visions hitherto undreamed of
He has lived a harsh life
Made human errors
Been shunned by clear injustice
Yet has brilliantly learned to mould his ways
To study incessantly
Now he lives alone
Alone, all all alone
Day after day after day he contacts me, only me
That is a major reason I am still alive and writing
Why his gift is so often reflected within my poetry

The Invisible Hand

“…by directing that industry in such a manner as its produce may be of the greatest value, he intends only his own gain, and he is in this, as in many other cases, led by an invisible hand to promote an end which was no part of his intention.”

Adam Smith The Wealth of Nations

Freedom
What a wondrous thing it is
Part of our way of life
To be guarded
Preserved public policy
The realpolitik that puts virtue into power
The difference between us and autocracy
Ah yes?
If you give it to the entrepreneur
Set him free
To foster his cunning craft in an open market
Let him out-bid all competition
Join similar corporate friends
In free enterprise monopoly
A self-ruling destiny
Breathing space, licence, carte blanche to earn
Don’t worry about taxes
And watch the money trickle down
To nurture Boxcar Bertha lying in a gutter
In a “Goldilocks” economy, a Nirvana
Where all things are fine
No! No! No!
Alas
Money is often power that overrides virtue
And in reality
The invisible hand will wring poor Bertha’s neck
Create cartels
Ignore global warming
Privatise for profit rather than virtue
Start wars
And destroy the integrity of the Fourth Estate
Yes we are such stuff as schemes are made on

The Dangerous Radical

Since the beginning of Trump’s second term, migrants have filed more than 34,000 habeas corpus petitions challenging their confinement without trial, exercising a constitutional right. Counterpunch, May 6 2026

When injustice rules
Pardon me, I tend to be radicalised
Such an interesting term isn’t it?
Radicalise
It implies danger, injustice and anger
But for whom?
Why it’s towards the guilty
Any man’s imprisonment imprisons me
If he has no trial
And if I accept this folly with silence
I am guilty
So pardon me if I tend to be radicalised
Note well however the phobia for radicals
A sense of danger to those in power
But for me it’s different
When I see children die in war
Rockets and bombs shatter their homes or schools
Or their parents and kin die
And their lonely voices ring out through the debris
Please pardon me I tend to be radicalised
I am not moved by dangerous tendencies
I do not deserve contempt or prison
I simply cannot be silent
But in a state-motivated territory I will be punished
Seen as a threat to a way of life
Pilloried in the courts
And named as an overt and deadly danger

On A Political Fraud

Beware, she’s there
A green-eyed mobster with painted hair
With a vile temper and averse to the truth
If you try to reason she remains aloof
She puts forth policies and doesn’t know why
They are nothing more than pie in the sky
Her racist protocol she tends to shout
A ban on immigrants is what she’s about
She meanders and panders to the ignorant herd
Her posture of power is simply absurd
With tunes of fake glory she is a loud singer
Swindling support as a devious right-winger
She gains comfort too from affluent bosses
Prepared to risk any consequent losses
To the icons of industry she is compliant
Opposed to net zero she is defiant
Vaccines too are treated with stealth
An undoubted danger to a nation’s health
Religious intolerance is another promotion
As she chooses for you your legitimate devotion
Gun laws too are another change sought
So more deadly devices can be bought
Nuclear energy has her highest regard
But she won’t store waste in her own backyard
Hey there beware of your reputation
And the social cohesion of your nation
Guard well that country’s economic stability
Question this mad thing’s counterfeit ability
Ask for the evidence each policy requires
Devoid of the follies her bleak soul admires
Save Australia as historians will note
And deprive this malefactor of your vote

All Hail Poseur

Just look at him
Or rather listen to him
Speaking nonsense in the guise of a leader
Cashing in on negativity
Threatening to rob you if you don’t obey him
Tariffs his secret weapon to enforce obedience
Posturing like a lord and master
Unproven superlatives in his every speech
Fallacies in the guise of truth
The Prince of Peace who starts a war
Allegiance his modus operandi
Recruiting lackeys to do his dirty deeds
Note well his sordid crew
Satan’s Council in paradise lost
Beelzebub his second in command
Moloch his brutal warrior
Mammon who tends his gold
And Azazel his public voice
Ah yes
It’s a new age
An era of contempt
Where tradition is viewed as a farce
And monumentalism is the key
To destroy the old and rebuild great buildings
To make you and me feel small
And the country feel omnipotent
And so the years pass
Amidst this farce
Age will thus weary us
The years will condemn
And justice will encounter a sickening demise

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Blackguards In Sheep’s Clothing

On A Picture Of A Fake Mystic

Just look at that deception none can deny
A vision of lies made with AI
A pretender portrayed at a younger age
Casting a spell on a counterfeit stage
Look at those women; notice their youth
Symbols of gender disguising the truth
See the soldiers haunting the sky
And American eagles flying close by
A flag is waving as a tribute for when
He’ll make America great again
The Statue Of Liberty is hiding behind
Reflecting the sorcery all in the mind
Observe that dead citizen of this land
Brought to life by a Jesus hand
There’s another image to conger delight
In the charlatan’s left hand a wondrous light
Notice the buildings lying backstage
Reflecting a time when power was the rage
Observe the men on either side
Loyally coming along for the ride
While up in the sky are thundering planes
Undaunted force is what each ordains
So this is an image alive on the shelf
Of a man who is hopelessly in love with himself
A narcissist who has one ambition
To present himself in the fascist tradition
Untruth and deception are all of his story
To present himself with fictitious glory
Truth and integrity are here a fatality
A sheer quest for power is the horrific reality

When Resistance Dies

“Persons committing genocide or any of the other acts enumerated in article III shall be punished, whether they are constitutionally responsible rulers, public officials or private individuals.” Article III (e) of the Genocide Convention of 1949

“Power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely.” Lord Acton 1887

Have you noticed a leader recently
Who transgresses constantly and is never challenged?
Who boasts of his deeds that bring the weak harm
And declares himself beyond reproach
He is not afraid of punishment
For he himself is the lord and master
More sad is the vast tally of accomplices
Who profit by alliance with his criminality
Villainy triumphs when the able do nothing
See them, the obedient horde
Who are given power as a reward for allegiance
And so the wheels of dominance turn
Bombs are dropped
Innocents die
Not a mere few but so many
Civilians not soldiers
Children and adults
Aged and the young
Friends as well as enemies
O the pity!
O the suffering!
O the injustice!
Gaza is a Garden of Eden
And the Original Sinners have contemporary names

On A Harmful Humbug

“When a foreigner resides among you in your land, do not mistreat him. The foreigner residing among you must be treated as your native-born. Love him as yourself, for you were foreigners in Egypt.” Leviticus 19:33-34

“Do not mistreat or oppress a foreigner, for you were foreigners in Egypt” Exodus 22:21

Look at her
Here she comes in her chariot gift from Odysseus
Spreading her evil witchcraft
Tainted with hatred and arrogance
Leading her coven of sisters and brothers
Towards violent deeds
Ah yes politics is her realm
So listen to her hollow words
A platitude of non sequiturs
Soaring through the air like vultures’ wailing
Notice her alliance with the gods
Ares the icon of violence
Yahweh who hates foreigners
And Midas with the golden touch
Regard please her hoard of gullible admirers
Who flock to her side and vow allegiance
They are no more than drones
With loyalty
Created by self interest
Just look at that vast flock
The bewildered herd caught up in her lust for power

On A Pathetic Pretender

Deception is her way
See how she does it
Changes her costume to reflect her angry mood
Casting spells that beguile her willing victims
Surrounded by an obedient horde
She’s a puppet obedient to rich puppeteers
A mistress of hate seeking to rule the world
Beware of her in the darkness of night
Her plans are hidden by the shadows
While in the day she is an arrant poseur
For politics is her game
Note well her allegiances
The rich use her
To cast spells on the ill-educated
And create obedience to their kakistocracy
O yes, just look at her
Holding the floor at rallies
Flashing her populist schemes
With her high-pitched vice
Her flamboyant dyed hair
In her of-the-masses garb
Gesturing lovingly to the beguiled masses
And screaming victory for the fatherland
She is unique
An archetype hallowed in the realm of profit and loss
An unworthy cause
Favoured by the anti-establishment elite
A promise of disaster
By harnessing disenchanted voters
With a skill
Derived from no more than a fish and chip shop

On A Populist Pawn

So
She’s anti elite
She’s nationalist
She’s anti immigrant
And she has a solution with no details
Hitler lives again
Or is it the Know Nothing Party of the USA?
Or the Brexit UK Party?
It’s no problem for this Populist Pawn
It’s so easy with troubles she can claim to solve
With no valid methodology
Just magic
Sleight of hand fostered by her rich allies
What a wonder politics is
A nobody with a loud voice and powerful allies
Can rule the roost
According to the wishes of the roosters
There’s net zero too
She’s opposed to that
It’s not global warming but global reforming
To hell with woke it will send her sponsors broke
So come on down to the sausages
Cast your vote for the poseur
One people, one kingdom, one saviour
Think deeply of the consequences
See the selfless stumble
See the land crumble
Loyalty, ego and self interest only will matter
Goodbye to skill, experience and public good
And come and worship in the Temple Of Oblivion

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O What a Lovely War

On Peace And War

“This is our God: Jesus, king of peace, who rejects war, whom no one can use to justify war.”

“Those who rob your land of its resources generally invest much of the profit in weapons, thus perpetuating an endless cycle of destabilisation and death.” Pope Leo

Shame! Shame! Shame on you!
It’s hard to believe the things you do
You, a tyrant, kill at vast expense
While the poor and needy have no recompense
When you speak you lie with controlling intent
With your lust for power fake tales you invent
There is no justice in your malicious planning
And you constantly resort to shadow banning
And so you start a war
Clearly not what life was created for
Mercilessly you kill
And take your fill
Of death and destruction
Linked to your instruction
There is no justice from your tainted hand
Just poverty and pain in your troubled land
Your words are spoken at fever pitch
And by killing you ensure that you become rich
But history will judge each war’s beginning
With writing on walls that defines the sinning
All hands are on deck
In your time to wreck
But the Pope is right
War is no way to reveal your might

The Ultimate Solution

For your attention
Kakistocracy is in the air
Just listen to them
Is it claptrap or humbug?
Yes it is
Or maybe spin, prevarication or firehosing
Those politicians trying to win after a whitewash
Sharing balderdash, codswallop or hogwash
Take your pick
And then it’s war, the ultimate solution
What is the drill?
Why it’s kill. kill, kill
What a lucrative enemy they have
These war tycoons
Conferences and treaties are not lucrative
So seize this opportunity
Slaughter, butcher, massacre
Destroy, erase, eradicate, shoot
The financial benefits are wondrous
Listen to the commentary
From the tongue of the witless wizard wonder
Fake progress is the motif
The self-righteous are winning
’Twas ever thus
Only the good can ever win
So killing innocents is not a sin
A peace prize denied so bloodshed applied
Once more into the breach dear friends
Wholesale slaughter is a joy that never ends

Bellicosity For Sale

War! War! War!
That’s what heroes were created for
Foreigners are looming and they are such strife
Clearly a threat to our way of life
Rivals and aliens have no place
To participate with our distinguished race
And there’s money for the one who wrecks
The successful military industrial complex
So here we go, let’s bring them woe
Fight for the probity we alone know
Bring forth our maestro who blows lands apart
Chaos by bombing is our golden art
Peace! Peace! Peace!
Ignore it and win a valid release
Killing is fulfilling when you are drilling
The enemy’s oil is so fulfilling
To hell with justice that’s what you lessen
Give that rival a lawless lesson
Cut off his aid with a savage tirade
Fake the truth call a jade a spade
Overreach and let your language preach
Conceal reality in every speech
Lies to the right by you lies to the left by you
Ensure justice is bereft by you
Use racial prejudice to blacken foes’ names
Cast schools and hospitals into flames
Make any treaty unacceptable
Throw past agreements into a receptacle
Invest in death; make killing fulfilling
Make war a profit to the very last shilling
Re-educate the young and make them sorrier
If they miss the chance to be a warrior

Tunes Of War

A belligerent male is the going thing
The sort that makes the warlike sing
The kind of leader duds are looking for
To inspire them wilfully to go to war