Perchance To Dream
Beautiful things will be shared by all
Perchance to dream
Kindness and love at everyone’s call
Perchance to dream
Hatred and fear will disappear
Perchance to dream
Each call for help someone will hear
Perchance to dream
The world will see no weapons made
Perchance to dream
Leaders will promise not to invade
Perchance to dream
The globe will be seen by all as warm
Perchance to dream
Only the skeptics will be caught in a storm
Perchance to dream
All politicians will tell no lies
Perchance to dream
Developers will hear the wild things’ cries
Perchance to dream
University study will be free
Perchance to dream
So all can share the diversity
Perchance to dream
All refugees will find a home
Perchance to dream
No stark need for them to roam
Perchance to dream
There will be kindness for rich or poor
Perchance to dream
A generous heart and an open door
Can dreams come true? It is up to you
The Hypocrite Who Leads
I hear what you say
You who have been exposed
As a self seeking liar
A bold and enterprising ego promoter
Now your own virtue flows from your mouth
As if it were real
Excuses are dressed as realities
Love and care and interest that don’t exist
Are hurled at our minds as if they were real
During your arranged media interview
There is even a hoax tear in your garnished eye
To fit your fake posture of caring for humanity
You are not what you say you are
You with your invented tales
Concerning your counterfeit integrity
You are nothing but an eloquent imposter
Leading the masses with sly press agency skills
To a fantasy world that suits your purpose
So hear this now
True words about your policies
Are rising from the mire you create
Your followers are turning away from you
Like beasts from the slaughter
The truth is never classified as belonging to the chosen few
It chooses villains to destroy
Your lies are the sword of Damocles
They hang above your head about to fall
And this will be soon
For that is the way of things
Love
To love is to live again
Like the sun at dawning
Like a wave of the ocean
Like a bud of a rose
Like a sapling in a forest
Like new grass in a field
Like a breeze in summer heat
Like rain in a drought
Like moonlight in darkness
Like shelter in a storm
Like food when you’re hungry
Like a friend when you’re lonely
Like music when you’re sad
Like a rug when you’re cold
Like a youth when you’re old
So love me still please
And give me sweet ease
Until the day I die
Why I’ve learned Not To Pity Myself
At last I have learned not to pity myself
Even though I am tattered with age
Yes I am old and time seems to mock me
Batter my limbs and constantly shock me
And yet I remain alive
Do you read me? I still survive
So many years have relentlessly passed
Often I thought each one was my last
But no, my life went on
Something I need to reflect upon
At the age of eighty-eight
So glad to avoid several dead friends’ fate
There was Clive blown apart by a blunderbuss
Billy run over by a wayward bus
Enid killed off by a life of smoking
And Joe who thought his doctor was joking
They have all passed away I’m sorry to say
While decrepit yours truly endures today
With an ache in his back
An arthritis attack
An ulcer fear
And a hearing aid in each ear
So there you have it
I’ve a chance to explain and I’ll grab it
Why am I free of myself today?
Well here’s what I need to say
As a dweller in this city
Not prone any more to self pity
I find glee in a liar’s contrition
For I’ve ceased, yes I’ve ceased, with rapture released,
I’m no longer a politician
Silence
Wanderers marooned in loneliness
Forever in detention
As a punishment for seeking shelter
From life’s merciless inhumanity
Is there pity somewhere hidden
Among the mores
Of getting on with business?
No answer to my question
The silence thunders!
Black deaths in custody
Four in four weeks
As part of the civilising process
Handed out to an oppressed culture
Is there justice tucked away furtively
Amidst the prejudice
Of being white?
No answer to my question
The silence thunders!
Old folk punished for not dying
Lingering in decrepitude
In palaces of orchestrated neglect
So as not to trouble the family
Are there traces of the love from the past
Hovering in memories
Of family life?
No answer to my question
The silence thunders!
Troubled minds in stress
Abandoned by lawmakers
Too busy with market pressures
To bother with mental illness
Is there compassion for families
Torn apart
Yet treated with neglect?
No answer to my question
The silence thunders!
Fools who believe the politicians
And vote them in
To positions of significance
To change the world
Is there not one voice that we can trust
To put conscience
Ahead of personal gain?
No answer to my question
The silence thunders!
But wait. There is a voice at last
This in the end is true
Like the roar of a lion emerging from a child
It speaks to us all
Can you hear it, that school walkout
Brings a voice of reason
Virulently attacking folly?
There is an answer to my question
Yes. We talk to the children!
When I Am Weary
When I am weary
And days are long
I dispense with theory
And try to sing a song
But I am old
And feel the cold
My back is painful
My purse not gainful
It is hard to walk
Or even to talk
I try to be slick
With a walking stick
I have many fears
Hearing aids for my ears
Aches wrack my body
My clothes are shoddy
Eyesight’s dim
The future seems grim
They’ve sold my home
For the cost as I roam
To an aged care place
Where the food’s a disgrace
I have few friends
But as each day ends
I plan an end to my tears
As I live through the rest of my years
I will start a revolution
And write poetry as my solution
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