Protest

Victory

To arms citizens!
Not with guns but with your minds
Be the voice that justice finds
To crush repression at its core
Endure the iniquity no more
Launch your fervour to foster legality
Make true justice a reality
Believe in truth as a deadly tool
Whenever Fascism seeks to rule

To arms citizens!
Not with guns but with your minds
Be the hand to remove the blinds
Never yield to tyranny’s insanity
Expose the truth of each tyrant’s inanity
Stay together as a team
Share a common devoted dream
Replace all hate with love and pity
March in the streets of every city

To arms citizens!
Not with guns but with your minds
Shout with joy as the madness declines
Show the world how you unite
Have the fools endure your might
Cast aside the ragged men of straw
Assume that’s what you were created for
Work together to build a new world
Share as one a licit flag unfurled

Strike

With Respect To Student Activism

Were you there when the pupils left the classrooms?
Were you there when frustration reached its peak?
Did you hear the voices cry in anguish?
Have you learned to listen when angels speak?
Yes I was the observer in old age
Who understood the truth of climate rage
Saw the anger of their faces
Felt the tension when they revealed the monetarists’ cases
I understood the movement of their feet
And knew the reason for their presence in the street
Now I too have rebelled despite my senility
Stood tall though my limbs struggle for ability
Walked out again into the world’s duplicity
To shake my fragile fist against stupidity
I notice still the wilful greed and madness
That conjures forth my deadly pain and sadness
And bounces off the tumult of the sky
So heed my words you villains passing by
Who think that you can rule us with deceit
Truth and science lie shattered at your feet
So beware you fools of the reality you don’t trust
Whose power will turn your petty plans to dust
Yes it is there as the sorry world rejoices
Awakened by the sound of children’s voices
That ring around the vault of heaven
And operate as a spiritual leaven
To all who suffer from fire and deluge
In agony because of your flimsy subterfuge

From The Big End Of Town

You are from the big end of town
And you cunningly spread renown
For the sun’s magnetic field*
You twist the truth while Nero fiddles
To confuse the mob you speak in riddles
As you hope that your words will allay
The fear of climate that exists today

You are from the big end of town
And you cunningly spread renown
For the value of CO2
The cost of change is too great you say
And all business gain will fritter away
Not so, for the benefits of a carbon price
Will outweigh the loss not once but twice

You are from the big end of town
And you cunningly spread renown
For a warning on loss of jobs
But renewables are do-ables and here’s the pitch
They can make the economy rich
So curb the lies for the good of humanity
Of your confidence tricksters with suspect sanity

*Changes in the sun’s magnetic field have had very little effect on the climate changes observed in recent decades.

Once Upon A Thought

Once upon a thought I decided to write a poem
Not a long one
And probably not an acclaimed one
Just a gentle journey into my memories
So I started writing
Dabbling away at my keyboard
Hoping something interesting would finally emerge
Somewhere on a future part of the page
As you can see that has not happened yet
Which brings me to a clear dilemma:
Shall I continue with hope springing eternal
Or shall I give up and go and watch television?
As you can see I have not given up
And am writing on regardless
With hope heading towards eternity
As I write on I have suddenly had a thought
Supposing I could decide
Who from my life would read my humble words
My grandfather Sidney Isaac would be one
For he was my storyteller of tales
Of the Burma Railway he built for the Japanese
Then there is Lucy, my blind sister
Who would read my thoughts in Braille
And then tell her own tale
Next Aunt Thelma, who lived to be a hundred and eight
And lies buried now beside her husband, a soldier
Who died in war fifty years before her
Another thought is Simon
That indigenous pupil
With the lovely white teeth
And the all encompassing smile
Who left school aged fifteen
Because of his family’s poverty
And there is Ubaid, the child I taught English to
So long ago
That gentle angel who longed to be free like me
But was imprisoned in Nauru without a trial
As a victim of political agendas
How strange it is, this working of my mind,
That tells me what I must do
Without my conscious constraint
Funny, bizarre, weird, uncanny is the destiny
Of my thoughts
And now there is one important final reader
My whimsical ancient brain has at last chosen for me
The train of my thoughts has arrived at a funny station…
The closing choice of a reader I would make
Is the Minister For Immigration

I Wandered Lonely As a Crowd

I wandered lonely as a crowd
Down the streets of infamy
Listening to the voices
Condemning the vociferous Thunberg** child
Mental illness was their way to defame
Vile connotations sullied her name
As criminals wove their malice
Somehow in that field of sin
The wondrous ingenue was set to win
Her solitary voice had garnished the air
Closing the portals of despair
With the powerful thrust of truth
Within the throng that went along with her
The pathways of an open mind
Were visions of hope alight
With wonder that split the venom asunder

As wisdom took to the air
To circle the troubled globe
Still more followers seized her cause
It is the threatened lion that roars
And so it came to pass
Climate sceptics slowly and silently hobbled away
Into a morass of forgotten schemes

**Greta Thunberg is a young Swedish environmental activist.

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