More Serious Thoughts

Storm Guilty

The consequences are fearsome
Alarming, worrying, destructive
The corporate greed
Of those who really rule the world
Is the reason for the climate terror
The heat rises like the weather in Hades
Deadly change is the frightening outcome
Storms descend upon us with unnerving intensity
As financial gain gives rise to global warming
The consequences are savagely real
Death and destruction suddenly are the norm
All for the sake of pecuniary mission statements
Floods sweep away lives and vulnerable property
Hot days kill the unsuspecting elderly
Fire flares forth with savagery that outdoes hellfire
Houses burn, people die
And the lives of countless creatures end in flames
Warnings! Warnings! Warnings!
So often now the catch cry is watch and be ready
Unease rules the world for one dark reason
The rapacity of a powerful small sample of humanity
Their raison d’être is revealed for all to see
Money! Money! Money!
Oil and gas and coal, the Devil’s marbles,
Still befoul and poison the earth
Assembly lines of carbon-infected cars
Add nitrous oxide too
To roast our world
And so the sinister strategy continues to enrich the few
But a change is coming
You can hear new sounds in the air
The people’s voices
Echoing in alleyways where the temperature is too hot to bear
The message rings out through the hot nights
They who cause havoc, few in number but infinitely violent,
Are now exposed
Change is in the torrid air
And the sagacity of science will at last be noticed
Amidst the ensuing silence of felonious cash registers

The Socialist

See how they labelled him:
Communist!
Bolshevist!
Fascist!
When all he sought to do was share the wealth
Simply expressing a wish that everyone should own
The means of production
Distribution
And exchange
That idea was anathema to the ruling forces of the land
That intrusion into the free market
Would be cataclysmic for private enterprise
Such a trespass into the mechanism of the economy
Would crucify freedom
And plunge the nation into anti-capitalist free fall
See how the media then snuffed that battle with delight
Headlines mourned the potential death of national liberty
Influential phone-in gurus warned against change
Praising with all their might the canonised corporate lobby
As agents of liberty
Freedom loving angels that must be protected
From revolutionary debauchery
Thus the bewildered herd was guided to the right
The votes came in
The winners demanded laissez-faire existence
And life as we know it was privatised…
So what then are the consequences
When you cast your mind over the resulting patterns of life?
Notice please the vast numbers of the not so rich
In your free enterprise domain
Observe the short term profit in lieu of long term planning
The sudden emergence of a very rich few
The cost of education rising
The willingness to put profit ahead of welfare
The affection for weaponry as a source of income
With a trend to embark on profitable war
The skill of a rich minority in avoiding income tax
And the infamy for any man who dares to read Karl Marx

Warmonger

Aha!
Now the secrets are out
Archival evidence just released
All is revealed
You conspired with the war racketeers
To invade that innocent country
Lies were the in thing for you
Concocted warnings of nonexistent danger
Fallacious data wielded like a sword
Fake weapons of crass deduction
That gave your deceit overt reality
And led the world astray
So many people died
In a war that should never have been
Death came not for soldiers alone
But for other gentle souls whose only dream was peace
A coalition of the unwilling
All dead
And victims of your sinister scheming
So hear this now
Your name is attached to infamy
Truth has a way with wrongdoing such as yours
It stands firm in spite of political gimmickry
Historians tend to discover it
Eventually…
As a consequence of this, note well your fate:
Your artifice
Your duplicity
Your chicanery
Will be revealed to future students of the past
With overwhelming authenticity
What you are
And have been throughout your political life
Will be evident in the historical discourse
The hall of fame where once you dwelt
Will become a mob museum
Your place there will be verified by the children of your victims
And their voices will end forever your fake renown

MUSGA

Vote for this mindless, lying, cheating neocon
And Make Uncle Sam Gloat Again
These are words I am hearing everywhere
I don’t know his full history
Perchance he is merely an apparition
But I’ve noticed him lately
This young whippersnapper
Plying his trade amidst the corruption of politics
His youth might be a problem
For he lacks the experience of more mature men
He is very rich however
Never pays his taxes
Has a tower in New York named after him
Owns majestic aircraft
When he loses he never admits defeat
Hates foreigners like poison, even good and needy people,
Tends to promote riot and discord for unjust causes
Welcomes global warming avidly
Favours the rich and ignores the poor
Scorns public healthcare
Regards those killed in warfare as losers
Has denied the value of scientific advisory bodies
And imprisoned many children in appalling conditions
That is the emerging picture of this man
Despite his moral failures he is popular
He sways crowds with great skill
Ever ready to express his own perfection
He claps himself constantly
And promotes platitudes as if they were hard truths
Despite his vices this man’s fame is rising
The polls predict electoral success
Although voices opposed to him are growing louder
Our destiny as always will depend on a wise majority
On that final voting day
The world needs this young man, Adolf Smith,
To fail
So for the good of mankind, let it be.

Whistleblowers

For Julian Assange and David McBride

Well!
Just look at that
They see a deadly deceitful immoral deed
Expose it
Speak up with courage
Knowing silence would be conspiracy
And are punished vigorously
Indeed threatened with a gaol term
So
All you honest people
The brave ones
The ones who will not stay silent
In the presence of wickedness
Who are motivated by conscience
Who are moved to act in the presence of wrong
Who dare to dream of the power of truth
Do not go public
Do not trespass in the domain of the establishment
Realpolitik must not be interfered with
Just left to itself as a duty thrust upon all citizens
Thus the highest court of the land
The epitome of justice
Depends upon compliance with rules that protect the guilty
“I have seen offence Your Honour, but I dare not reveal it.”
No No No
In a land where truth is dangerous
Where arrant folly hides behind regulations
Behind active and convenient directives
Behind a rigorously applied code of silence
The voice of criticism must ring out loud and clear
Resounding especially in the emptied halls of integrity
Echoing in streets where no one walks in peace
And where fair-mindedness melts away like plastic at a cremation
This is a last chance
A one and only final hope of fair play
In the troubled game of modern day existence
So speak on brave friends and thank you

royciebaby