Royce Levi Australian Teacher and Author

Three Jeers For The Winner

Three jeers for the winner
Who is a clear sinner
And perpetrates madness
Disguised as gladness
He lies through his teeth
Far more than a thief
To send an election
In a ghastly direction
Whenever he speaks he abuses his foes
What his ambition is nobody knows
He builds for himself an obsequious tower
Where mindless followers give him power
When he loses he chooses to stage a revolution
As his ugly way to find a solution
He stirs the mob with fake allusions
To rank injustice with his chosen solutions
He is old and battered with all thoughts scattered
Promoting deception as if it mattered
The law to him is a servile tool
That dutifully bends or breaks the rule
His words are designed to be subliminal
But they cannot deny he is a criminal
Heed him and a wondrous day you’ll get
But that’s a faked transferred epithet
When he wins the world is a dark malaise
That haunts our planet throughout our days
So it’s three jeers for the winner who taints our lives
In the faint last hope that justice survives
Not so, his follies have made him the master
But history will rank him as a disaster
May these words bless you and keep you sane
For the deeds of this winner are clearly inane

Dark Memories

Look around you
At echoes of the past
Do you recall the fascist liberator
Hitler by name?
The saviour
His catch-cry
To make Germany great again
Hater of immigrants
Especially Jews
Restorer of the economy
Provider of The People’s Car
Mouthpiece
Resisting enemies everywhere
How the nation loved him!
And he pretended to love the citizens
More than himself
Strange isn’t it?
How history comes and goes
And echoes?
Yes, we who live now
Must learn to learn
See the evidence of yesterday
As so much significance
Has happened before today
Go then friend
Into the past where lessons exist
Events so influential now
Recall
That fake champion
Of the past who was not a Guy Fawkes
But remember to remember the 5th of November

His Accomplice

Look at him
Note him well
He’s an egotist
A racist
A criminal
A fascist
Uses lies to give him power
Treats non sequiturs as absolute truth
Makes each mass gathering a witching hour
Invents superlatives to give him status
Twists reality in a quest for power
Bends the law to fulfil his plans
Sacks his staff when they learn his truth
Teaches his followers what to think
To crush dissent he wields an axe
Has a troubled mind that cannot relax
Courts allies for his evil deeds
When he wins all justice recedes
So
Heed me now
If you follow those footsteps
Ignore his crimes
Abhor his opponents
Accept his ways
Play as he plays
Shame on you
For alas my friend
I am sad to say
You are in the end
His accomplice

Last Words Of A Drifter

Well here I am
All alone
Nobody needs me much any more
Of not much use to anyone
Once I was in demand
Even to do dirty jobs for a little cash
Travelled around a bit
Slept in parks
Kept on living in spite of my fate
Now it’s over
The journey we all make
About to be ended by old age
Can’t walk well any more
Got an aching back
Can’t lift heavy loads
Homeless still
Can’t see properly as I broke my glasses
Left school early you know
Never had much learnin’
But that’s only for pretenders anyway
Snobs
Who look down on you like a piece of litter
Not me though; I’m no fool
Despite my poverty I’ve been around
Learnt a few tricks
Watched how the big boys do it
Ah yes I’m a with it guy still
Who can change the world
Before he goes…yes
With one celebrated achievement
I’ve voted a fascist into power

Sophistry Exposed

Just listen to you
Pounding my ears with violence
Distortion
Anger
Hate
You tell the truth only by accident
Building a framework of deception
To achieve your own ends
So you thought your plans would work
Your chasm of deception
Would master me
No way
For I am a thinking reed in your hostile universe
I see you for what you are
A lump of wasteful offal in a civic sewage dump
So prattle on, demon
Speak to the wind
I have better things to do
Than listen to you
I see through your grandiloquence
Your counterfeit rhetoric
Your sham virtue
Your humbug
I detect your quest for power
Your ugly narcissism
Your self interest
Your greed
Whenever I listen to you
Whenever I see what you do
So listen to me now
I have never ever ever voted for you

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Rehab Song

For the Westmead Rehabilitation Hospital

Well
Here I am
In
A gymnasium for the shattered
Look at us
How debilitated we are
So many in pain
Bodies in repair mode
Faces old
So often torn with agony and distress
But wait; look again
Notice the angels
Hovering from one sufferer
To another, then another, then another
Spreading hope
Little conquests of movement
Graced by a smile or two
With words of encouragement
So
Heed me O wise observer
Notice the magic of this place
Find an angel
Share words
Gather understanding
And
Discover the power
The gentle awareness
Of
A physiotherapist

Nurse

For Ryde Hospital and
The Westmead Rehabilitation Hospital

Here I am
Trouble has.descended upon me
I am like a broken twig
Falling
Falling
Falling
From an old, gnarled and withered tree
Suddenly there you are
Noticing me
In such a gentle way
Checking the mechanism
That struggles bravely to keep me alive
Thank you for your gentleness
Thank you for noticing my uncertainty
Thank you for explaining gently what you do
You understand
You have learned what struggle is
For sufferers like me
You check my name
My date of brth
And all is well so you begin your work
With kindness that lasts
You think I will be leaving soon
Feel we are parting
Not so
For your caring smile will be always with me
An endless icon
Of the power and beauty of your profession

Shower Nurse

For the Westmead Rehabilitation Hospital

How kind you are!
How lucky I am
To have you care for me
For I am so decrepit
A warrior wounded by age
Torn apart by time
Unable to bathe myself
Suddenly saved by your gentle skill
By your careful kindness
By your hands so aware of my troubled state
You have eased my pain with warm water
Soap
And perfect skill
So that when dry
I breathe again in the comfort of normality
My life goes on
When you take your leave
Your work finished
We seem to part
Not so
For the memory of your kindness
Lingers
In the mind of a grateful ancient
Who knows passing peace and joy
Despite his antiquity
Because of you

President For Sale

Hey there!
President for sale!
Roll up, roll up and bring your money
Hurry along
Hit the gong
Sing the song
Learn to belong
Buy! Buy! Buy!
Bibles
Silver coins
Digital reading cards
Gold high-top sneakers
Diamond-encrusted watches
All labelled with the name of the god
Can you see the vampire smiling
Beguiling you to spend without end?
Are you one of the foolish flock
Coerced by cunning to spend?
Glory! Glory! Glory!
Heed the conman’s story
Money is a tool of kindness
A way to conquer the blindness
Of political opponents
So cash in now on this timely divestment
And change the world with your brilliant investment
Avast there you money movers
Hurry now
Change the world with a monetary deed
Come on down
Embrace Judas in the Garden of Greed

War à la Mode

Look at them
Worshiping death
Amidst a culture of mass murder
Justifying slaughter
Like an abattoir at a meat works
But the meat is human
And the gun is fired by retribution
So the Angel of Death
Is crucified on a cross of hate
See the children dying
All in the name of redress
See their parents crying
But the killers don’t confess
Justice falls from the heavens
In the guise of a bomb
A guilt that no deed leavens
Despite the guilty’s aplomb
Can you hear the crying
As many thousands die?
Notice the culprit denying
Vehemently with a lie?
Is genocide a fashion
Sans any overt expression?
Or is the offence
Just a case of political repression?
Are we watching every day
Crimes against humanity?
Or should we believe
Excuses made with such sheer inanity?
The answers my friend are blowing in the wind
Ethnic cleansing is a crime no lawyer can rescind

Democracy And The USA

Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.: Leonard Cohen

Hang in there
All you common people
You dreamers of virtue
Who long for freedom
Who seek the truth amidst a mire of deception
You who are potential victims
Of schemers
For whom democracy is a gimmick
A ploy
A stunt
A dodge
A stratagem
For a chosen few
Get rich curs who deceive
With guileful tricky fairy stories
Condemn those creatures of dark impurity
To a penal institution of constant obscurity
Arise with wisdom
You friends of reality
Face the evil with a discerning mind
Detect the lies
Ignore the cries
Of fake alarm
Designed to lead you astray
Come on now
The power is yours
An infinite panacea for fake audacity
Embrace with tenacity the power of veracity
Doom that arch liar to eternal failure
Let love and understanding emboss your regalia

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Meaning

Aha!
That cheat is at it again
Bombarding my ears with vagaries
Wandering around my brain with dubious intent
Posing as a truth teller
For his own sinister purposes
That raises the problem
So many poor fools
Gullibly see his vague emotive generalisations
As reality
Look at this example:
Keep our country safe
What is the real message?
Why,
It’s we need control
It’s we need soldiers
It’s we need enemies to kindle lucrative fear
It’s we need the most gainful industry on Earth:
Weapons of war
And take the so-called defence industry
That supplies military equipment
To our armed forces and export clients
Do we know what those buyers do with it?
Do we care?
So now,
A final word:
You can take what I write and
Check the spelling
Check the grammar
Check the punctuation
But above all things check the meaning

Virtue Signalling

Ah yes
You sound so virtuous
With your detailed account
Of all you have done for the nation
It reads like a Hans Anderson fairy tale
Accompanied by your details of what you despise
Ay, there’s the rub*
That’s your strategy
You cast aspersions on your political rivals
Invent vices for them
Spread dislike with venomous name calling clichés
Marxists
Collectivists
Radical socialists
Brainless nincompoops
A collection of absolute idiots
That’s it then
That’s how you win
Rise up in the world
How else can you rise?
It doesn’t matter
Who care’s about logic, truth or integrity?
All you need are gullible voters
Uneducated non-thinkers
Fools who rush in where angels fear to tread**
And intelligent people would cry foul
So ramble on bold cur
And let’s see what happens to the presidency

*From Shakespeare’s Hamlet.

**Words of Alexander Pope (1688-1744).

Hate

Hate
It is a powerful weapon
In the political world
Look at him
That frightening example
Ranting like a tiger
Trapped in the corner of a cage
Hatred oozes from his tongue
Like pus from an infected war wound
Decrying with fake integrity
His innocent rivals
Overwhelmed by the lies his votaries believe
Note the language he aims at his foes
Blame
Allegation
Fake attribution
Expletive inculpation
It’s all a dirge for morality
So
Sound the dire alarums now
Beware of the peril for all that is fair and just
Danger looms
Menace threatens
Jeopardy sounds a warning
A man such as this
Must never be listened to
Must never have power
Must never be the leader
Now is the time for change
So
Ring the bells forth into heaven above
And dexterously turn all hate into love

Death For Everyman

With respect for The Somonyng of Everyman
A fifteenth century morality play

What do the pundits tell us about death?
Its danger?
Its cost?
Its inevitability?
Ah yes, that’s it
Whether you are prince or pauper
You’re bound to die
Now that’s settled
So when that day comes for you
Where do you stand?
How will you be remembered?
By your social intercourse?
Maybe
By your beauty?
Not in my case
By your strength?
Not in my case
By your discretion?
Possibly
By your five senses?
Rarely
By your kindred?
It all depends
By your worldly goods?
Not in my case
By your good deeds?
Yes
That’s it!
If you make the world more liveable
Your follies will be forgivable

Something To Say

Some people have nothing to say
And take a long time saying it
Some people tell the truth
And their services are no longer required
Some people lie profusely
And are elected President
Some people ask the right questions
And become profoundly educated
So when it’s your turn where do you stand?
What shape will your words take?
What meaning will you present?
What audience will you seek to influence?
Why, you’ll seek the best words in the best order*
You will carefully tell the truth
And you will look for thinking reeds
In the swamp of unawareness
Now this is not to say that the task is easy
Not to claim the truth is readily obvious
Not to deny the existence of preconceived bigotry
All this is part of the challenge
Part of the encounter
Part of the struggle
Part of the wrestling match
Part of the breach of the peace
Part of the crusade
Part of the seemingly endless quest for reason
When you write a poem

*With thanks to Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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Alternative Reality

“In a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act.” George Orwell

It’s time for change

Just listen to him
He seems to live in a parallel universe
Lies to the right of him
Lies to the left of him
Misinformation in between
What an intrepid schemer he is
Deception flows from his tongue
Like ooze from an active Vesuvius
Condemning his opponents as villains
Lying about everything relevant to his goals
Praising himself like Narcissus loudly reincarnated
That’s it then
“The time has come,” the Walrus said*
To give respect to the slang word kibosh
To end the charade
To let justice have its say
To recognise and expose deception
To kill the demons that savagely distort truth
That’s it then
Be it known
Forever and a day
Or longer if the spirit moves you
Let the orators proclaim across the world
This man will never ever ever ever ever get my vote
Quod erat demonstrandum

*From Alice In Wonderland by Lewis Carroll satirising the abuse of power and greed. “The time has come,” the Walrus said, “To talk of many things: Of shoes—and ships—and sealing-wax— Of cabbages—and kings— And why the sea is boiling hot— And whether pigs have wings.”

Dancing Shoes

There are my old dancing shoes
Look at them
Quite dishevelled aren’t they?
Lying there now unused
The soles almost worn through
A tattered relic of my past
What memories they conjure forth!
Ah yes
The quick-step
How excited we were, she and I
Laughter and fun in her eyes as we spun
Round and round and round
Like liberated children
Easily keeping up with the whirlwind music
Then a stronger memory
Ah yes
The jazz waltz
How close we were
Slowly sliding amidst the harmony
Love in her eyes
As I heard the angels sing
With the lights turned low appropriately
Ah yes
What a treasure recollection is
She is long dead now
And I am blundering on in my infirmity
Walking stick dependent
In danger of falling with every step I take
But the mind has mountains
And I’m standing atop one now
Because of those shoes I am not alone

It’s Called A Game

Just look at them
Hurtling themselves
Devastatingly towards each other
Crushingly
So unflinchingly
And so destructively
Beware of empathy
Or you’ll feel the pain when they pound
Clash against each other
You must be brave
Ignore the agony
Get up and run back to your place
Be ready for the next onslaught
Mann the guns
For whoever runs towards you
What is that oval object they are carrying?
Is it a bomb?
Or a precious thing
More valued than life itself?
And look at those people cheering
The gladiatorial crowd
The mob
The horde
The Coliseum flock
You must please them
Crush the enemy
Or adroitly escape his clutches
And cross the Siegfried Line**
That all warriors lust to pass
As the bystanders pay their fees to gape

**The Siegfried Line was a German “last wall” line in World War II.

Follies Listed

The military industrial complex
Is a thriving entity
Funded by the deaths of countless souls
Google Wiki’s
List of destroyed heritage
And your sad mind
Will be sickened
By the loss of so much of our past
Climate is still our danger
Heated by the greed
Of moneyed entrepreneurs
Education
Remains burdened
By unnecessarily excessive costs
Alcohol and tobacco
Continue to be
Part of flourishing fatal enterprises
Needed medicine
Stays
Out of reach for countless patients
Poverty persists
For an appalling number
Of our suffering fellow humans
Lawyers are still employed
Concerning a host of criminal acts
So get you gone
You political deceiver
You structured dreamer
You architect of your own fortunes
With your clinical, self-satisfied smile
Don’t you dare tell me
This is a golden age

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Unspoken

On an unholy war

You hear those cries
As children die
Amidst the folly of a blood-soaked war
And say nothing
You heed the anguish
Of those distressed mortals
Whose venerable dwellings
Have just been turned into debris and dust
And say nothing
You perceive the wailing
Of those war-torn souls
Close to death without food and water
And say nothing
You notice
The anguish of those people
Now utterly without a native land to call their own
And say nothing
You listen duteously
To the fascistic war cries
In your own belligerent country
And say nothing
Now the fascists
Strike blows against all people and things you love
Bringing you disaster and death
You still say nothing
As you are alone
Amidst the chaos of your infinite self interest

Black Tribute

You are so kind
Gently tending to my aching body
Feeling my pulse
Reading my data
On the blood pressure machine
Scanning
My eyes and ears for disarray
Cautiously seeking
The sources and extent of my pain
Softly speaking to me
Hearing my faltering words
With understanding
And not a trace of condemnation
Despite the vastness of my age
The distortion of my battered body
The unyielding uncertainty of my human existence
How merciful you are
Tender, compassionate, benign
A doctor true to her noble profession
I thank you with all my heart
No
Your hands are not cold as you suggest
They are considerate, understanding, humane
And black as the darkest night
How lucky I am
That our psyche has no colour
Neither black nor white

Evil Is As Evil Does

Ah yes
I hear your tirade against your political foes
Lies aplenty
Fake superlatives
Decrying the humanity and virtue of your rivals
Oh
How your followers
Swallow your tainted food
A repast for the brain dead mob of acolytes
Who wave banners
And proclaim collusion
For every ugly, sordid lie you utter
Look at you
Orchestrating the responses of your bewildered herd
Clapping your hands
In time with your orchestrated deceit
Moving your aged bulky body
To a rhythm of craftiness and guileful duplicity
In your fraudulent devil dance
That’s it then
Full speed ahead we must go
Along the road to deadly political ruination
A fake salvation for the nation
Amidst your crafty solicitous ovation
No no no
That president would be a god of the underworld
A Hades* of sorrow
A doom that must not loom tomorrow

*Hades, in ancient Greek religion was a god of the underworld

An Absolute Solution

I wonder why
Although
Misfortune dogs my daily life
Casts shadows although there is no sun
Chills my heart although there is no frost
Blows me away although there is no wind
I still find order in the disarray
Comfort in the cold
Shelter in the icy blast
Tranquility in the tempests of worldly anger
I ask myself
Why
When the world is rife with struggle
Torn apart by competitive outrage
Riven by political intrigue
Rent by racial prejudice
My mind still knows a restfulness
Kindness in another’s inconvenience
Alliance with my rivals
Understanding of activist causes
Compassion for alien strangers
Suddenly
I find the answer
A solution to this my gentle problem
A reason for my tranquility
My repose
My peace of mind
For amidst the bathos of existence
I have found someone who loves me

Olympic Victory

We lost
Vanished is our dream
All that training gone to waste
The glory that we sought
Lies smothered in the litter of failure
Our deeds
Now have but brief mention by the newsreader
Our sponsors
Now will seek greener pastures
Out coach
Now will suddenly find himself redundant
Our fans
Now will suddenly examine their loyalty
And what of us, the players?
What now is our destiny?
Aha!
A worthy question
Where do we the losers stand?
Note well this answer
We the vulnerable
In the face of a challenge
Have hoped to win but dared to lose
We the players
Are so different from sport’s other add-ons
When we win, we triumph
But even though we lose
We have been there in the arena daring greatly
Boldly in that place
Where timid souls never venture
So in defeat
That is in itself a victory

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Liar Supremo

On a political icon in 2024

Listen to him
How diligently he works at deception!
Lies about law
Lies about his rivals
Lies about foreigners
Lies about his biblical insight
Lies about political achievement
And stunted thinkers alas have become his acolytes
O mercy!
What a dangerous man he is
How his words have deadly significance
How our future survival
Depends on success for his rival
And so the game goes on
Self interest the motif
Of this rogue
Who would seize power like a thief
So note this well
The crimes they are a-changing
Malpractice is the norm for his followers
Slanted legal outcomes now favour the villain
Absolute power for a monocrat is the aim
World shattering tyranny is poised above us
Ready to turn what we know and love
Into a morass of self interest for a winner
So think again you sad votaries of immorality
Choose another
Ere our Paradise becomes an Abaddon*

*This is a biblical reference to inter alia a pit or abyss of Hell

The Law Is An Ass

When law can do no right,
Let it be lawful that law can do no wrong:
Law cannot give my child his kingdom here,
For he that holds his kingdom holds the law.
King John, 3.1.189: Constance to Cardinal Pandulf

The law is an ass**
When there is no separation of the powers
Look at him
That asinine politician
Who fills the judiciary with puppets of his will
Look what he has done
Made justice a pretence
An imposture
A fraud
A counterfeit
A charlatan’s agenda
He’s looming now with deadly ambitious claws
Waiting to seize our way of life
Put it in his pocket
And rule us according to his own schemes
So Hitler lives again
Attila the Hun
Vlad the Impaler
Ivan the Terrible
And Joseph Stalin
All’s well that bends well according to a ploy
As freedom dies a tragic, painful death

**An expression said to be coined by Dickens in Oliver Twist.

Conscience

See that thinking soul
Acting in ways her conscience tells her to
Supporting the truth
And doing an unpopular damaging deed
For the sake of justice and integrity
What a burden it is
To do what’s right
In spite of punitive political norms
See too the punishment that falls upon her head
In response to her morality
Cast aside by her colleagues
Expelled by her leader
Pilloried by the sensational media
Ah yes
There is always trouble
For those who don’t comply
With the in mores of a given time
Such a deadly act
So reckless
So inappropriate it must be punished
So get thee to a nunnery***
Or place of similar ostracism
Says the captain of a ship
That sails only in an approved direction
Away with you
So you walk the plank of dissent
Into waves of despair
And sink deserted in your nonconformity

*** Hamlet’s words to Ophelia

Autocracy

A Contemporary Observation

Look at that!
Can Hitler be around still?
Or is it just his influence?
Do you remember his powerful exciting catch cry?
Make Germany great again!
How this seduced his pliable followers
Swept him into power
Not through democracy
Absolutism was his modus operandi
Destruction of opponents
All of them without tolerance or mercy
Political sway to one party
Obeisant judiciary
Acquiescent, controlled media
Allegiance to chosen foreign powers
Orchestrated, seductive oratory
Ah yes
How well savants remember!
How careful they are
How they fear repetition
All this happened to me the other day
I thought I saw a retelling
A recurrence of the ugly past
A savage duplication of a hunger for power
No
It cannot be
History enlightens
So this must have been a dream
Or was it a nightmare?

Plutocracy

Hey!
We can’t do that Charles
That mining magnate is so powerful
She’s a constant source of Party funds
We have to stay in her good books
Can’t afford animosity with the election coming up
It’s a crucial time
Yes
I know that storms, floods and fires
Are killing people
Rebuilding after destruction is costly
But I know votes are important
I know green ones are increasing
I know carbon has a bad name abroad
And increasingly here too
But we just have to hide the truth a bit
Pitch a story about saving the costs of power
That should get us through
Ensure our survival
Yes
I am aware of reality
In fact that is my motivation
Survival is the first principle in politics
So we must appear competent
Aware of practicality
As we make sure all her mines stay open
Don’t give me that bull shit Charlie
What in God’s name
Has the future done for us?

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Monocracy In A Demonic Dystopia

Look at him
Obsessed with himself
Never wrong
And if he is punished for misdeeds
He declares an injustice
Blaming corruption as the cause of his inequity
Ah me!
Note how this narcissistic autocrat seeks power
Fosters fallacies
To make himself a hero
In the fairy tales he feverishly invents
He’s a master of lies
Cunningly focused to win popular support
A poseur par excellence
Seeking monocracy in a demonic dystopia
Ruled over by himself
He is effective too
This bland deceiver
Who courts followers with word and gesture
He claps himself and punches the air
Amidst a convenient declamatory crowd
Who wield ornate, florid, dramatic posters of hate
In harmony with the self-seeking disputes he creates
So successful is this beast who beguiles
That news bulletins tell his story constantly
Riotous screenshots of him stirring the doting mob
Endlessly fill the airwaves
Do you know this demon?
His name is so widely known
To all mortals save corpses in morgues
So you will not find that name here

Election

See how that despot cajoles the voters
In many cunning ways
Spreading his lies with unwavering flair
Posing as a victim of dreamed up villainy
Portraying the worthy as agents of evil
Deploring true justice as outrageous infamy
Threatening those who dare to find fault with him
Promising to pardon his criminal disciples
Bending many rules with fraudulent deception
Stealing the property of government authority
And displaying support for deadly rebellion
These wrongs he uses to serve his own ends
As the straight and narrow he cunningly bends
Watch him now carefully
Note well his words
As he gathers support
To set free jailbirds
So act his way then and cast your vote
Follow his lead
And wear his baleful many coloured coat*
Come along then in the hear and now
You captivated pawns
And take an obsequious bow
Let a dictator rule and control the world
Observe his cunning as he gets attention
By hugging that flag unfurled
Elect him now to end justice and democracy
Cultivate disaster and strife
In the form of this drone’s vile autocracy

*This is a biblical allusion. Joseph’s many coloured coat is a symbol of a number of things. One is that it is a sign of approval.

Racist Rogue

Look at you
Your words are fascistic
Your statements are nothing but xenophobic venom
Your turn of phrase breeds hate
Your vision is distorted by your political game-plan
Immigrants will poison our blood you say
O arrant fool!
Their face, their eyes, their skin may be different
But their blood is red, exactly like yours and mine
So I see through you now
You seek to profit by tapping into evil mores
You seek to exploit existing race-related repartee
You seek to ride the waves of prejudice
Thus you need to be exposed
What a tragic spectre you are
With your harnessed counterfeit fame
With what you say so unrelated to truth and justice
It’s unhindered power you seek
Unrestrained autonomy
Bestowed upon you
By the seduced followers who support you
To make you an approved oppressor
With the absolute power only a fascist can know
But heed this you vile would be oppressor
You darling of doom
You agent of anguish
You devil of deception
You torment of tragic woe
There is a voice abroad in the wind
It is only faint just now
But it comes from the children of reason
And will grow soon into a tempest of canonised truth

Cause And Effect

So
Those two university students
Have been expelled for publicly supporting Hamas**
In this our land
Where democracy and fair play are said to rule
That latest authoritarian deed
Bids farewell to freedom of speech
Of course
Terrorists must not be supported
But the solution to the problem
Lies clearly beyond mere condemnation of evil
Far more important
Is to cancel the effect by removing the cause
Why then
Do Islamist people rebel in Gaza?
The reason is a human tragedy that exists
An anguish
That would hold sway in any court of justice
So something has to be done
Palestinians are cursed in Gaza
Injustice brings death to a vast array of innocents
Heed me then you lords of academe
Work to end this deadly cause and notice the effect
Bring fair play to the ill-fated land in question
Let the innocents live
Strive to make human rights replace the tyranny
Then Hamas misdeeds
Will have no support from idealistic students

**Hamas, an acronym of its official name, Harakat al-Muqawama al-Islamiya, is a Palestinian Sunni Islamist political and military movement governing the Israeli-occupied Gaza Strip since 2007. Source Wikipedia.

A Surprise

Rohan was a good character and pious
That’s what his name suggests in Persian
He was a very kind person
Ready with a helping hand if he saw the need
And church was his domain most Sundays
He loved walking, especially in the very fresh air
Of the tourist haunt Katoomba where he lived
So it was not surprising
When he stumbled across a solitary dog
Whimpering on an isolated pathway
In those Blue Mountains
He decided to lend a helping hand
“Here boy,” he said “what’s the matter?”
The dog continued whining and groaning softly
Hung his head
And looked sadly up at the mentor
Who reached out with a gentle hand to pat him
“Now then,” he said “life can’t be that bad
“Come on now, up you get”
Sadly the kindness had little effect
The troubled creature remained distressed
Indeed
Began to cry out with a powerful howl
Followed by what can only be described as a wail
Much to the distress of his would be friend
So Rohan picked him up and held him to his breast
That was when it happened…
You see this dog belonged to old Charlie
Who was suddenly noticed
Lying unconscious on a ledge below the pathway
And soon to be rescued by Emergency Services

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