Recent Reflections

Angel

There I was
Alone with the silence
Despairing in the oppressive quietude
No bird calls to hear
No crickets singing by my window
No words of my loved one
No news approved by the neocons
When you are old
Your moves are controlled for you
You are so dependent on others
What they say matters so much
If your hearing fails
Your world is so unforgiving
That was me until today
So isolated
So off the beaten track
In the middle of nowhere
Until something happened
A change came to me
That made me want to go on living
That gave me hope
However brief my future may be
Someone cared about me
Came into my life with kindness
Gave me new hope
You might wonder what this was
The answer is brief
An angel from Hearing Australia
Gave me my repaired haring aids

Climate Sceptisaemia

Would you believe it?
Just listen to that mouthpiece
Of big business
You know
The mob wealthy from deadly industry
She has the gift of claptrap
Look at her
Posturing like a normal person
Kissing old folk
Promising utopia
With a total absence of evidence
Yes life is hard for some people
This figurehead wins their support
With pie in the polluted sky
Vote for me she says and your world will change
Indeed it will
Tempests will rage
Mud will invade your living room
Fire will cremate your dreams
And some crops will wither in a desert of dust
Ah yes
Change based on astroturfing is her bond
That is her promise
Her only answer
Her confidence trick
Notice the eerie light in her eyes
As she responds to occasional success
Surrounded by adulators
Coming along for the ride
That’s it then
The neocons are in heaven
And Hell’s messenger wears women’s clothes

Colourless Australia

Once upon a crime
Your colour mattered if you were new to Australia
It’s happening again
The old spirit is returning
White Australia is coming back
A new iconoclast is hitting the air waves
Seeking the votes of xenophobes
But hiding behind economic false impedimenta
Jobs for Australians is the cry
Not immigrants
Popularity is not a sign of wisdom or virtue
Look at Hitler; look at Dealmaker Don
Her hero
And more importantly
Heed the sham orator in her political lobotomy
Note well
The absence of kindness
Of support for troubled people
Of evidence
Of truth
Her very persona is an illusion
As she haunts the dark side of things
By denying science
By promoting hate
By populist policies that lack detailed planning
By welcoming dropouts from established causes
By frequent in-party disputes
And by allegiance to rich imbeciles
That’s it then, the dawning of a new era
A beckoning
A leader who learnt her wisdom and leadership
To save mankind
By selling fish and chips

One And One are Three

Ho! Ho! Ho! Ha! Ha! Ha!
So much to learn if you wish to go far
Zippedy Doo Da. It’s a fake oration
One and one are three say our One Nation

Now once upon a time in Never Never Land
A politico took many folk by the hand
She bound them to her with a very strong suture
Claiming to bring them an extremely bright future
She promised them joy if they took up her plans
As long as each stayed truly one of her fans
O my the result was bad I must say
For she was so dexterous at leading folk astray
The bond between them was light as a feather
When she diligently lied about the weather
Her views on migrants hit with a thud
As she agreed they would poison our blood
Free use of words was one of her convictions
She vowed to end bureaucratic restrictions
This she claimed was a social smog
So she’d validly call a wog a wog
She declared the Paris Agreement nuts
And cursed our carbon emission cuts
Another contentious political position
Was the cost of renewable energy transition
So there you have it, so much in dispute
Many claims true scientists would boldly refute

Ho! Ho! Ho! Ha! Ha! Ha!
So much to learn if you wish to go far
Zippedy Doo Da. It’s a fake oration
One and one are three say our One Nation

Once Upon A Time

Once upon a time in fair Australia
A bold crew wore some strange regalia
They wrote dark lies on a patriotic scarf
And tied the deception round each bottom half
A hat came next with hanging corks
And a mask resembling the Ghost Who Walks
Next came a coat that was red, white snd blue
And into each pocket they thrust a shoe
Then came a walking stick made of cane
That became an umbrella to prevent rain
Around each waist they hung a knife
They vowed would protect them from all strife
Holding that weapon was a belt with a buckle
Twice the size of a policeman’s knuckle
On each foot they put a sock
That was almost the colour of igneous rock
Each leg boasted a flamboyant garter
That seemed to be older than the Magna Carta
Upon each shoulder was an epaulet
That was strangely shaped like a spinneret
On each chest was a medal for bravery
Awarded for deeds against fake knavery
As the horde marched they seemed all thumbs
Their band had drumsticks but not any drums
Perhaps you are wondering about their mission
Are they pro-active and stirred by ambition?
The answer is yes they all have a dream
Publicly proclaimed, a change your life scheme
Yes they have a plan that craves your ovation
These political oddities known as One Nation

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