More Elderly Melodies

Qu’est-ce la vie sans rêve?*

So the court has decided something
Rather has stated the obvious
It has always been illegal to imprison without trial
To ignore habeas corpus
Or to gaol someone for not breaking a law
Alas and alack!
This has been done
In Australia’s sordid past and continues today
What’s all the fuss then
About criminals set free to obey a court decree?
They should never have been imprisoned
Where lies the crime then?
Who is guilty?
I say dog whistling politicians with their indefinite detention
Shame! Shame! Shame!
I say let the boats come
And it’s political posing to stop them
People will drown you say
I say better than endless imprisonment
Remember the suicides
I say people smuggling is a convenient crime
Used for political gain
I say take away the smugglers’ market
By constructive work in the countries of origin
I say the vast sum spent on detention centres
Should be dedicated to asylum seekers’ welfare
What’s that you say?
I’m a dreamer with both feet firmly planted in the air
Hmm
Maybe so,
But what is life without dreams?
Without this one I say it is a terrible nightmare

*French saying: “What is life without dreams?”

Whistleblower

Here I stand
Employed by a rich company to lie and cheat
Bring shill bids to auctions
Always exaggerate my firm’s wealth to banks
Promote guns
Foster advertorial lies
Promote untrue press releases
Sanction illicit takeovers
And regarding my bosses, never rock the boat
That’s it then, but ah! What’s this?
The time has come for revelation
To end the immorality
Cast aside deceit
Bring justice to the marketplace
And respect for the power of integrity
Look at me now then
Just a simple soul
A little the worse for years
Just a minor cog in a giant wheel
A faint voice in the wilderness
But I have a brain and a tongue
More importantly, I have a heart
And even more significant, a conscience
So hand me that whistle
Yes, I choose to blow it
To bring to the world reality
The consequences of utter chicanery
The disaster of fake reputations
I know it will be the end my vocation
My status in the inner sanctum
My place in the cheating hierarchy
But what else can a man of conscience do
For peace of mind?
So bring on the Witch Finder General*
I am ready to tell my story and suffer accordingly
Just a nobody
But now my name will be remembered

*Matthew Hopkins was this English witch-hunter in the seventeenth century.

War

So
You are waging a just war
You have an enemy who deserves death and destruction
Who commits a crime against you
A villainy that must be repaid
And your right to kill is beyond reproach
Revenge is in your heart
With slaughter at your fingertips
Go then
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Regardless of age or gender
Let loose the Angel Of Death
Without guilt or pity
Mutilate that foe
Endlessly until victory is yours
Demolish his domain completely
So that he will not again rise against you
Sing a paean for your own who die
As you boldly seize the foreign realm
That’s it then
Victory will be yours
Justice will have found its rightful place
A triumph of favourable statistics
Mastery of ogres
Righteousness portrayed in your history books
But wait
Here’s a thought for you
In future days your story will be told
The mores you have displayed
Will be known tomorrow and tomorrow
If somewhere, some time
Another enemy more powerful than you should arise
You will have set a pattern
And your deeds now will decide your destiny then
Your genocide will have a place in the annals
A model for others
And this time
The suffering pitiful prey may well be you

Cognitive Paralysis

Look at him
Filling morgues in a global pandemic
Spruiking non sequiturs now as if they were true
Lying as a reflex action
To support his hair raising machinations
Condemning the law as a political arm of his foes
Misquoting history with the elegance of a charlatan
Shaking hands with collusive monocrats
Stirring protests for political ends
Posing with a bible he never reads
Boasting of wealth he does not have
Casting aside allies no longer of use to him
Maligning immigrants with fanatical bigotry
Promoting ventures that deny climate change
And rating himself always with a ten
So there we have him
This demon of deception
This ancient with the brain of a child
This apology for political integrity
This poseur who claims virtue
And seeks to be a leader
Should we choose him?
No Non Nein Nee Não Nej Tidak Nie
The misfit has no right to a position of power
He is a danger to civilisation
A menace in the realm of media
A political dagger
Poised above the heart of mankind
Should we name him?
There is no need
For his identity lurches on the awareness of us all
With distressing consequences
Bordering on despair
So let him be
For his inadequacies will turn him into flotsam
That floats away on the tide of Truth
Into the chaos of endless forgotten ignominy

Ahoy Fool

Hey there
What in heaven’s name are you doing?
Listening to you
Is dangerous business that could be fatal
You stir the mob like Adolf Hitler on steroids
With lies
Goading them into action against your enemies
People like me
You remind me of a bipolar frog
With your deep-throated non sequiturs
Persuading the brain depleted rabble
Who follow you and do your bidding
I hear their unbalanced cheers
As they swallow guff from the palms of your devious hands
How they love you and your cunning repartee
Designed to give you power and control
You build castles of falsehood in the air
Like a yes-man at a carnival of temptations
Your mind is controlled
By your ambition to seize supremacy
No heinous degrading strategy is rejected by you
As you live your life of infamy
Hunting success as an ambitious con man
Engulfed by delusions of your own significance
So rant on fool
Ply your sinister schemes of deceit
In your market place of dark deception
Your theatre of unreality
Your tower of iniquity
You will not persuade me
Ever
I will not swallow your inducement
Ever
There will not be complicit acts by me
Ever
For you are nothing but a costly token of insignificance
Ready for a sealed bin of worthless waste

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