Always Let Your Conscience Be Your Guide

The Power Of The Lie

So you are seeking power and fame
Control of the herd
Status in the hierarchy
The method is simple
Decide what the masses desire
Then boldly, flamboyantly, unequivocally achieve it
Not really
Only with words
Tell the biggest lies your conspiring mind allows
To fulfil your own wishes
Shout them from the tree tops
Bellow soulfully what seems to be true but isn’t
Invent any reason to hide the truth
Cover your tracks with inventiveness
That leads almost everyone astray
And feel your mastery grow like atomic fusion
O yes
See this formula applied
Again and again
An alchemy of deception
A transmutation of expedience into artifice
So lie on Macduff
Ascend with fictitious aggrandisement
Reap the harvest of fabrication or prevarication
Call any unfavourable press fake news
Gather around you obeisant lackeys
Install them in positions you seek to control
Give them false accolades
But sack them if they err or disobey
Then ride boldly forward
And make America great again

The Power Of The Martyr

All fascists love a martyr
A symbol of pain
That throws guilt on your enemies
The morality of your martyr doesn’t matter a bit
Even a hoodlum will do
As long as you can spin a tale of virtue
Stage a spectacular obituary
A festival of colourful mourning
That implies a new age dawning
Your age, a ruthless, corrupt dictatorship
So you need a model?
Well then
Take the recently dispatched Example A
A self-promoting fascistic yes man recently dispatched
A notable exhibitionist, poser, peacock
Well-known in all the political dives of the land
Who now receives a most spectacular eulogy
A vast crowd of mourners is needed
A fanfare
Media everywhere
Tributes from a social hierarchy
Including the very top brass
Then let the repercussions begin
Name the guilty
Those allegedly responsible for that death
Spread the word
Use extreme language
Lay the blame violently on the chosen enemy
Marshall the troops
Publicise the fake cause
Then hey presto!
Control and tyranny are yours

White Undertows

“One People, ONE NATION, One Leader”. Hitler’s slogan.
“An Act to place certain restrictions on Immigration and to provide for the removal from the Commonwealth of prohibited Immigrants.” The Immigration Restriction Act 1901: (White Australia)

White is the colour of my true love’s skin
She’s the beacon in this life of mine
Yes I am a racist
In the fine Australian tradition
That lasted more than half of the twentieth century
So listen to me
You electors
You guardians of my nation
Take care; beware
Of the green-eyed alien with a foreign air
He’ll take you and break you and lead you to despair
Yes, that’s it
Spread the word
Against unknowns intruding onto our sacred ground
Differences are ugly
We are superior
Ours is the perfect genetic formula
Our homes, our schools, our way of life belong to us
Away with you, you strangers from afar
You uninvited intruders
You intrusive trespassers
Who cares if you are desperate fellow human beings
It’s our land and we make this stand without pity
So leave now intruders if you wish to remain free
That is our draconian demand, your Hobson’s choice

War Guilt

“Do not overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.” Romans 12:21

Just look at that
How complete is that desolation!
Chaos
Destruction
Homes, schools, hospitals demolished
No water
Death everywhere
For not just a few
Thousands
Thousands upon thousands
Children
Old folk
Journalists
Foreign aid workers
What punishment
For that arrogant few
The intrusive coterie who started the war
Deserve our revenge
Critics may question us
But our right is sacred
Written in the annals of our forefathers
So die now all of you out there in this haunted land
You will perish as you deserve
According to our plans
For we are rational
And brave and strong
We decide what is might
And this genocide
Is our chosen act of deviant justice
Though wrought by immeasurable guilt and shame

Suddenly There Comes a Ship

On border protection by the navy

Daddy dead, Mummy home
Until old Nana die.
I on boat with Aunty Fat-i-ma
Hana, Ghazal and many more
As on we go and dream.

Boat is sick, wants not to go,
Is like bird without its wings.
Ocean cruel, wind-voice sings,
Thunder growls, cold rain stings
As on we go and dream.

Boat it stinks of fish and shit
Spray wash away no smell.
Baby sick, captain slick,
Life to us now Hell
As on we go and dream.

Boat it shudder and nearly stop
Water around our feet.
Then with a roar,
It start once more
As on we go and dream.

Suddenly there comes a ship
Same as wounded dog we stop.
Strangers with guns and uniforms
Like pirates board our tub
As we go not on, not dream.

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