Sound Of A Humble Voice

Unnamed Malefactor

Begone dull fool
And take your pretence with you
You
Who thrust yourself
Into the lives of other fools
Who vote for you
Like ants attracted to sugar
Get thee hence
Out of my life
And the existence of others
For you are an evil spirit
Derived from the dark side of things
Where lies flourish
And truth is hushed up
By entrepreneurs of greed
Yes,I hear you
Telling your fairy tales
By the score
Where deception is the paramour
That you worship
Passionately
As you build fake towers of elegance
With donations from Hades
Be silent now
Give my ears peace
Before more dullards take your advice
And our world breaks up
Into small particles of ignorance
What?
Are you still talking?
Still conniving?
Very well then
The voice of the law now
Is loudly ringing from nirvana
And it’s time for you to fall apart in gaol

Climate Lesions

Wildfire now
Floods
Forty days forty nights in one hour
Landslip
Sculpturing death in hillsides
Heat
Incinerating days
And killing the vulnerable
Drought
Shrivelling existence into dust
How dare you
Smirk and get on with your daily business
Oblivious to the climate lesions
On our highway to Hell!
Heed this now
You and your deadly industries of gain
Your destructive mission statements
Your political infamy of acceptance
Your potent orchestrated lies
Are headed for a fall
Not a gentle descent
Not a faltering moment of inconvenience
Not a takeover by allies
But a deadly plunge into non existence
A chaotic conclusion to your schemes
A shattering of your evil dreams
So be off with you
You must now yield to change
Cease your destruction
Cease refining
End your hold on the market place of doom
Do it now
Before nature casts a spell on you
And turns you
Into a forgotten neoplasm of despair

Refugee Outrage

Shame
It’s a disgrace
A blot on the escutcheon
So pity the refugees
In Australian detention
People smuggling
Evokes a far worse crime
Pitiless, relentless, remorseless, ruthless
Unending imprisonment
Carried out by corporate enterprise
For tainted profit
Fie I say!
How else to express my contempt?
So a parliament of fools
Steeped in folly
Harnesses the racism of the bewildered flock
For a successful plebiscite
Passes a law
That promotes injustice
Can you hear the cries of the sufferers?
See the strain on their faces
As despair increases?
Breathes there a sensitive thinker
Who does not
Pity these poor victims?
O hear me please
All you seekers of refuge
Riven by such cruelty
That tears your spirits asunder
And labels you wrongly as guilty
To brand you with the heated irons of hate
Please forgive me
For not fighting against your torture
Pardon my silence
And punish me as you will
As now I know
The horror of my compliance
The deadly outcome of my acquiescence
The endless guilt of those transgressors I keep in power

Peace Of Mind

Much have I travelled in the realms of learning
Hours and days and years of striving
Have passed me by
In the struggle to know the difference between right and wrong
The child was naive
Wondering about things and constantly puzzled
The youth was bolder
Simplifying solutions with outrageous confidence
The man was sagacious
Confident with answers based on valid evidence
The old man is world-weary
Dwelling with dismay on so many past mistakes
Ah those earlier days
Still linger furtively in my mind
Those other selves in their own way
Talk to me now
That child was lonely
And his father’s reading gave him Jim Hawkins for company
Now I remember
That youth was filled with boundless energy
And his school taught him to play cricket
Now I remember
That man was a teacher
And his pupils often changed their micro world
Now I remember
An old man recalls so much
And his life in the present is coloured by his past
An outcome of former times
As memories of each stage of life’s performance
Merge into a final entity that is an ending
Yes, a final cloze test
You are a consequence of all that you have been
Such a vital medley it is, both good and bad
A potpourri of outcomes
But my best hope of peace of mind
Above all else is what I gave rise to as a teacher

Voice

I heard a voice the other night
I don’t know where it came from
Perhaps it was a dream
As it echoed through the darkness
I listened
As I am wont to do
Partly because I am unsure of many things
The words I heard were clear
Sonorous
And struck cords of awareness in my mind
They spoke of whiteness
The nature of my skin
And told me souls have no colour
Neither black nor white
The next focus of those words was time
The ultimate source of judgement for mankind it said
And a potent test of our ability to last
Thus it follows
That the only valid test of society’s worth
Is its history
A pox on your annals the voice continued
How dare you see as of consequence
Your mere few thousand years of social growth
Shame on you
When you crush, mutilate and harm indigenous people
Whose mores gave been fashioned over aeons
This is a wrong that echoes in the halls of justice…
Then came silence
That quiet was a very potent thing
My mind wandered through diverse fields
Pausing here, stirring there, reflecting on what I had heard
Wondering, wondering, wondering
If I say and do nothing now am I a culprit?
Will passivity betray morality?
Do we need a black armband for a true history?
The answers to those questions
Are the reasons this humble poem exists

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