On A Picture Of A Fake Jesus
Just look at that deception none can deny
A vision of lies made with AI
A pretender portrayed at a younger age
Casting a spell on a counterfeit stage
Look at those women; notice their youth
Symbols of gender disguising the truth
See the soldiers haunting the sky
And American eagles flying close by
A flag is waving as a tribute for when
He’ll make America great again
The Statue Of Liberty is hiding behind
Reflecting the sorcery all in the mind
Observe that dead citizen of this land
Brought to life by a Jesus hand
There’s another image to conger delight
In the charlatan’s left hand a wondrous light
Notice the buildings lying backstage
Reflecting a time when power was the rage
Observe the men on either side
Loyally coming along for the ride
While up in the sky are thundering planes
Undaunted force is what each ordains
So this is an image alive on the shelf
Of a man who is hopelessly in love with himself
A narcissist who has one ambition
To present himself in the fascist tradition
Untruth and deception are all of his story
To present himself with fictitious glory
Truth and integrity are here a fatality
A sheer quest for power is the horrific reality
When Resistance Dies
“Persons committing genocide or any of the other acts enumerated in article III shall be punished, whether they are constitutionally responsible rulers, public officials or private individuals.” Article III (e) of the Genocide Convention of 1949
“Power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely.” Lord Acton 1887
Have you noticed a leader recently
Who transgresses constantly and is never challenged?
Who boasts of his deeds that bring the weak harm
And declares himself beyond reproach
He is not afraid of punishment
For he himself is the lord and master
More sad is the vast tally of accomplices
Who profit by alliance with his criminality
Villainy triumphs when the able do nothing
See them, the obedient horde
Who are given power as a reward for allegiance
And so the wheels of dominance turn
Bombs are dropped
Innocents die
Not a mere few but so many
Civilians not soldiers
Children and adults
Aged and the young
Friends as well as enemies
O the pity!
O the suffering!
O the injustice!
Gaza is a Garden of Eden
And the Original Sinners have contemporary names
On A Harmful Humbug
“When a foreigner resides among you in your land, do not mistreat him. The foreigner residing among you must be treated as your native-born. Love him as yourself, for you were foreigners in Egypt.” Leviticus 19:33-34
“Do not mistreat or oppress a foreigner, for you were foreigners in Egypt” Exodus 22:21
Look at her
Here she comes in her chariot gift from Odysseus
Spreading her evil witchcraft
Tainted with hatred and arrogance
Leading her coven of sisters and brothers
Towards violent deeds
Ah yes politics is her realm
So listen to her hollow words
A platitude of non sequiturs
Soaring through the air like vultures’ wailing
Notice her alliance with the gods
Ares the icon of violence
Yahweh who hates foreigners
And Midas with the golden touch
Regard please her hoard of gullible admirers
Who flock to her side and vow allegiance
They are no more than drones
With loyalty
Created by self interest
Just look at that vast flock
The bewildered herd caught up in her lust for power
On A Wicked Witch
Witchcraft is her way
See how she does it
Changes her costume to reflect her angry mood
Casting spells that beguile her willing victims
Surrounded by an obedient horde
She’s a puppet obedient to rich puppeteers
A mistress of hate seeking to rule the world
Beware of her in the darkness of night
Her plans are hidden by the shadows
While in the day she is an arrant poseur
For politics is her game
Note well her allegiances
The rich use her
To cast spells on the ill-educated
And create obedience to their kakistocracy
O yes, just look at her
Holding the floor at rallies
Flashing her populist schemes
With her high-pitched vice
Her flamboyant dyed hair
In her of-the-masses garb
Gesturing lovingly to the beguiled masses
And screaming victory for the fatherland
She is unique
An archetype hallowed in the realm of profit and loss
An unworthy cause
Favoured by the anti-establishment elite
A promise of disaster
By harnessing disenchanted voters
With a skill
Derived from no more than a fish and chip shop
On A Populist Pawn
So
She’s anti elite
She’s nationalist
She’s anti immigrant
And she has a solution with no details
Hitler lives again
Or is it the Know Nothing Party of the USA?
Or the Brexit UK Party?
It’s no problem for this Populist Pawn
It’s so easy with troubles she can claim to solve
With no valid methodology
Just magic
Sleight of hand fostered by her rich allies
What a wonder politics is
A nobody with a loud voice and powerful allies
Can rule the roost
According to the wishes of the roosters
There’s net zero too
She’s opposed to that
It’s not global warming but global reforming
To hell with woke it will send her sponsors broke
So come on down to the sausages
Cast your vote for the poseur
One people, one kingdom, one saviour
Think deeply of the consequences
See the selfless stumble
See the land crumble
Loyalty, ego and self interest only will matter
Goodbye to skill, experience and public good
And come and worship in the Temple Of Oblivion
royciebaby
Royce Levi Australian Teacher and Author 