The Fascist There he isA perfect example from the political lexiconA fascistJust look at himMeets the specified standards beautifullyA racistSays immigrants will poison our bloodDespises democracyFalsifies bona fide election resultsA rabble-rouserAppeals to the desires and prejudices of the mobAnd, above all, adores a strong leaderHimselfYesThat’s itThe evidence is so strongStorms into your awarenessLike inoperable cancerContinue reading “Rogues Of Our Time”
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On A Parliament Of Fools
Septic Sceptic Lord what fools these politicians beJust look at himIgnoring the devastationThe debacleThe catastropheOf climate changeListen to himArguing about cost of electricityWhat is the cost of fire?Of flood?Of famine?Of unleashed tempests?What a fool he is!Notice his mindless deedsRepealing wise laws about climateTax concession for oilPermissionIndeed encouragementTo mine coalSo that’s it thenThe industrial complex rulesTellsContinue reading “On A Parliament Of Fools”
Some Condemnations
On An Evil War Is there a man with spirit so deadWho never to himself has saidMass killing is a crime?When innocents dieMany victims cryIs it not punishment time?Look around you at the proofAs the villains stay aloofCalmly condoning the killingNotice the destructionCaused by guilty instructionThat brands the slayers as willingWhen innocents dieWith a deathContinue reading “Some Condemnations”
On Political Chicanery
Three Jeers For The Winner Three jeers for the winnerWho is a clear sinnerAnd perpetrates madnessDisguised as gladnessHe lies through his teethFar more than a thiefTo send an electionIn a ghastly directionWhenever he speaks he abuses his foesWhat his ambition is nobody knowsHe builds for himself an obsequious towerWhere mindless followers give him powerWhen heContinue reading “On Political Chicanery”
Tributes and Censure
Rehab Song For the Westmead Rehabilitation Hospital WellHere I amInA gymnasium for the shatteredLook at usHow debilitated we areSo many in painBodies in repair modeFaces oldSo often torn with agony and distressBut wait; look againNotice the angelsHovering from one suffererTo another, then another, then anotherSpreading hopeLittle conquests of movementGraced by a smile or twoWith wordsContinue reading “Tributes and Censure”
A Voice Continues Still
Money That’s itThe source of everyone’s survivalMoneyWithout itYou are prone to unmanageable distressTo hungerTo no survival pillsTo no clothes to wearTo no sanctified place to liveTo no doctor to save your luckless lifeSo what is left for you to do?Pull a lever on a gaming machine?Find a speedy horse to gamble on?Join the luckless lotteryContinue reading “A Voice Continues Still”
A Voice Continues
Meaning Aha!That cheat is at it againBombarding my ears with vagariesWandering around my brain with dubious intentPosing as a truth tellerFor his own sinister purposesThat raises the problemSo many poor foolsGullibly see his vague emotive generalisationsAs realityLook at this example:Keep our country safeWhat is the real message?Why,It’s we need controlIt’s we need soldiersIt’s we needContinue reading “A Voice Continues”
Vale Dear Brother Vic
Dear People, I am so sad not to be able to come to a final farewell. I offer these words instead. My loved brother, Victor Henry Levi, has long been an important part of my life. I think I was four when Vic was born. This means I have known him longer than any otherContinue reading “Vale Dear Brother Vic”
Still More Poems
Alternative Reality “In a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act.” George Orwell It’s time for change Just listen to himHe seems to live in a parallel universeLies to the right of himLies to the left of himMisinformation in betweenWhat an intrepid schemer he isDeception flows from his tongueLike ooze from anContinue reading “Still More Poems”
Still More Poems
Unspoken On an unholy war You hear those criesAs children dieAmidst the folly of a blood-soaked warAnd say nothingYou heed the anguishOf those distressed mortalsWhose venerable dwellingsHave just been turned into debris and dustAnd say nothingYou perceive the wailingOf those war-torn soulsClose to death without food and waterAnd say nothingYou noticeThe anguish of those peopleNowContinue reading “Still More Poems”
Royce Levi Australian Teacher and Author 