Tributes and Censure

Rehab Song

For the Westmead Rehabilitation Hospital

Well
Here I am
In
A gymnasium for the shattered
Look at us
How debilitated we are
So many in pain
Bodies in repair mode
Faces old
So often torn with agony and distress
But wait; look again
Notice the angels
Hovering from one sufferer
To another, then another, then another
Spreading hope
Little conquests of movement
Graced by a smile or two
With words of encouragement
So
Heed me O wise observer
Notice the magic of this place
Find an angel
Share words
Gather understanding
And
Discover the power
The gentle awareness
Of
A physiotherapist

Nurse

For Ryde Hospital and
The Westmead Rehabilitation Hospital

Here I am
Trouble has.descended upon me
I am like a broken twig
Falling
Falling
Falling
From an old, gnarled and withered tree
Suddenly there you are
Noticing me
In such a gentle way
Checking the mechanism
That struggles bravely to keep me alive
Thank you for your gentleness
Thank you for noticing my uncertainty
Thank you for explaining gently what you do
You understand
You have learned what struggle is
For sufferers like me
You check my name
My date of brth
And all is well so you begin your work
With kindness that lasts
You think I will be leaving soon
Feel we are parting
Not so
For your caring smile will be always with me
An endless icon
Of the power and beauty of your profession

Shower Nurse

For the Westmead Rehabilitation Hospital

How kind you are!
How lucky I am
To have you care for me
For I am so decrepit
A warrior wounded by age
Torn apart by time
Unable to bathe myself
Suddenly saved by your gentle skill
By your careful kindness
By your hands so aware of my troubled state
You have eased my pain with warm water
Soap
And perfect skill
So that when dry
I breathe again in the comfort of normality
My life goes on
When you take your leave
Your work finished
We seem to part
Not so
For the memory of your kindness
Lingers
In the mind of a grateful ancient
Who knows passing peace and joy
Despite his antiquity
Because of you

President For Sale

Hey there!
President for sale!
Roll up, roll up and bring your money
Hurry along
Hit the gong
Sing the song
Learn to belong
Buy! Buy! Buy!
Bibles
Silver coins
Digital reading cards
Gold high-top sneakers
Diamond-encrusted watches
All labelled with the name of the god
Can you see the vampire smiling
Beguiling you to spend without end?
Are you one of the foolish flock
Coerced by cunning to spend?
Glory! Glory! Glory!
Heed the conman’s story
Money is a tool of kindness
A way to conquer the blindness
Of political opponents
So cash in now on this timely divestment
And change the world with your brilliant investment
Avast there you money movers
Hurry now
Change the world with a monetary deed
Come on down
Embrace Judas in the Garden of Greed

War à la Mode

Look at them
Worshiping death
Amidst a culture of mass murder
Justifying slaughter
Like an abattoir at a meat works
But the meat is human
And the gun is fired by retribution
So the Angel of Death
Is crucified on a cross of hate
See the children dying
All in the name of redress
See their parents crying
But the killers don’t confess
Justice falls from the heavens
In the guise of a bomb
A guilt that no deed leavens
Despite the guilty’s aplomb
Can you hear the crying
As many thousands die?
Notice the culprit denying
Vehemently with a lie?
Is genocide a fashion
Sans any overt expression?
Or is the offence
Just a case of political repression?
Are we watching every day
Crimes against humanity?
Or should we believe
Excuses made with such sheer inanity?
The answers my friend are blowing in the wind
Ethnic cleansing is a crime no lawyer can rescind

Democracy And The USA

Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.: Leonard Cohen

Hang in there
All you common people
You dreamers of virtue
Who long for freedom
Who seek the truth amidst a mire of deception
You who are potential victims
Of schemers
For whom democracy is a gimmick
A ploy
A stunt
A dodge
A stratagem
For a chosen few
Get rich curs who deceive
With guileful tricky fairy stories
Condemn those creatures of dark impurity
To a penal institution of constant obscurity
Arise with wisdom
You friends of reality
Face the evil with a discerning mind
Detect the lies
Ignore the cries
Of fake alarm
Designed to lead you astray
Come on now
The power is yours
An infinite panacea for fake audacity
Embrace with tenacity the power of veracity
Doom that arch liar to eternal failure
Let love and understanding emboss your regalia

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