Royce Levi Australian Teacher and Author

Shock Jocks

Wisdom is a fleeting thing
Very scarce these days
Even though radio guiding lights constantly say they have it
They babble on interminably
According to the plan
Mouthing ultra-conservative blimpish discourse
As dictated by their masters
So advocates of social change are communists
The climate is not warming
Foreigners are flooding our nation
Selected countries threaten our borders
There, reactionary politicians are interviewed favourably
While advocates of necessary change are given short shrift
Take that fake but influential guru for instance
Words flow from his lips in a torrent
Violent repartee
Decrying virtue and condoning acquisitiveness
Or that other person of unwarranted fame
Leading her listeners
Towards condemnation of righteousness
They are so rich these obedient servants of greed
Rewarded greatly
For defaming chosen victims
Offensive they are
Deliberately so, and provocative
As they do the thinking for mind damaged followers
So the days pass for these prattlers
As they fill the air with claptrap, inanity, irrationality
Turning each day into a clatter of doom
They chatter on, pawns of their masters
Who pay them so well
That is the way of things in our present kakistocracy
There is only one solution
An answer to end the imbecility
The true way to change the tragic folly
It is education
The best remaining remedy to save humanity
So fund those schools and bring about the change now

On Defence

“War is a racket.” Smedley D. Butler 1935

So
You are investing in defence
Huge amounts
That means you need enemies present or future
Let me see then, where are they?
We have a current problem: peace has broken out
What can we do about that?
I know: turn to the media
Border protection is a nice term to imply a threat
Accounts of intruding ships is also an effective ploy
And you can set up treaties “To protect our way of life”
That’s a neat implied danger
Contrasting social systems are fruitful links to fear
Communism for the West is a golden potential danger
As fascism once was
Which leads us to history, so useful!
Bring on the war documentaries
Hitler is dead but lives on as an example of jeopardy
So too does Stalin
Then there are inventions: the latest triumphs of modernity
Atomic submarines; drones; supersonic aircraft
Wondrous triumphs we’ve got to have in case of war
Make them now
Be ready
Invest or you’ll be left behind
Conquered because of your deadly inertia

Weapons of war are big business, at times the biggest
So lucrative for a privileged few
And there is so often a market, somewhere
Terrorists get their weapons from someone
Ah yes! It’s a long, long way to Tipperary
But that’s where the money is

Xenophobia

Listen to her
Ranting against immigrants
Like someone from the Ku Klux Klan
What a tiny, distorted mind she reveals when she speaks
Carefully ignoring reality
To promote her own significance
Words for her are weapons of deceit
Beckoning the followers who vote for her
To build castles of pretence in the troubled air
Can you hear her?
The fraudulence?
The chicanery?
The cunning?
The craft?
She is a whistleblower with a tainted whistle
An orator from the dark side of the planet
A disciple of racist rogues
This person given the right to speak
By the bigotry of others
Who chose her to taint a public arena
She is today by her deeds in public
A harpy with a vicious condemnatory tongue
Her public life is marred by the ideas she spreads
That portray ruthless fantasy
Condemning innocents
Rigorously
Blandly
With total injustice
There she rages now
Creating headlines with her sinister statements
So remote from kindness
From justice
And from truth
That she colours her destiny with contempt
You ask me for her name
I decline your request
As a prelude to her future
For she will soon be forever forgotten

Election Trauma

There you are, it’s time to vote
And then to harvest the flowers
From the garden of lies
What a fake fanfare you are hearing
From the elected one
Conveying bogus humility
With counterfeit respect for the voice of the people
While the loser
Pretends to accept the decision of the electors
Gracefully
All fabrications these
The victor rejoices in the profit derived from fame
While the defeated one
Thinks next time he will need more ad money
Thus the wheels of government grind insatiably on
Leaving the poor and the needy, especially if they are old,
To fend desperately for themselves
If hunger is your problem
Or decent clothes
Or disablement
Or no home
Or age
Then write a letter to the moneyed corporation
That sponsors your local member
Tell them your problem
And then watch the help fail to trickle down
That is the way of things
If you have no ill-gotten gains in your present world
You are doomed to subservience
To desperate financial planning
To hardship without respite
To comfortless existence
To a struggle to endure
So think critically constantly next time you vote
Write letters to the editor
Condemning greedy lobbyists
Then demand virtue ruthlessly or writhe forever in pain

A Premature Eulogy

This life about to end has been a great romp
Learning has been slow
Mistakes have been many
Two lovers only, and they changed me for the better
Three children made me glad to be human
And teaching was my raison d’être
Sharing life at nine schools and three universities
For exactly fifty years
Twelve books I wrote, lots of poems like this
And some dealings with vanity press
Played soccer, rugby union, league and cricket
Two sporting blues won
Oh and I have three degrees
So there you see, quite a range of endeavours
With a ribbon of failures time kindly severs
Now what else do I need to say?
Well, I have an array of ideas to share:
As I’m a skeptic I now declare
I believe politicians rarely tell the truth
That political parties serve corporate masters
That privatisation’s a red herring for the few
That wise taxes are good for the world
That welfare’s more important than a balanced budget
That war is a swindle for a very rich few
That logging of rain forests is a curse
That indigenous people should be loved and respected
That nuclear energy should be used only for medicine
That climate change deniers have cognitive paralysis
That university scholarship should be free
That education and health out value atomic submarines
That without history we repeat and repeat our follies
That advertisements are sinister intrusions
That all the world IS a stage
Thus I am tempted to portray rage
But I hopefully dream of heaven above
So I choose instead to declare my love
As devotion to my children and my loving wife
Is the one pure joy of my divergent life

royciebaby

On Truth

It’s an ephemeral thing, truth
Elusive
Yet somehow an incitement when you find it
A way of seeing things
That gives you unexpected power
The confidence to think wisely
To influence people in a worthy way
And expose false prophets
You can be sure somewhere, some time
You will need it desperately
So often in life we are beset with chasms of deceit
Entrapped in webs woven by charlatans
Beguiled by cunning experts in dark duplicity
Seeking to lead you up often profitable garden paths
Take the adman for instance
Or an honourable member in the parliament of lies
Yes, that is the way of political things
In our world where advertised untruths reap popularity
And rumours start wars
Look at them selling things you don’t need
Look at them giving autocrats electoral control
Look at them vending destructive warmers of climate
Look at them conferring authority on cronies
Look at them selling with fake testimonials
Look at them cutting welfare to buy weapons
Ah me! It is so sad
To see so much abuse of reality
Ah me! It is so sad
To notice fantasy flourishing in so many places

Come on, all you trumpeters of falsehood
All you political prevaricators
It’s time for change
The hour of triumph for integrity has arrived
A new world beckons with capacity for veracity
So let Hades turn joyfully into nirvana
Now!

Hearing Aids

The silence is so stark when you lose your hearing
You suddenly realise how important sound is
Conversation becomes so difficult
So much information can’t reach your mind
It’s such a burden that soundlessness
You are so isolated
The world turns its back on you
Captions on your TV are a sole source of meaning
People are amazed when you fail to heed their advice
Ignore their wit
Or answer their questions
You begin to watch people’s lips
Lean towards them hopefully
And accidentally interrupt them mid-sentence
The music you love no longer exists
Sport becomes a voiceless media charade
A visit to a cinema is a waste of money
Giant planes fly overhead silently
Storms have no thunder
And the wind rattles your venetian blinds silently
Life suddenly is a challenge
As you struggle to understand a mysterious world
My hearing aids changed all of that
It was magic, that sudden revival of my ears
I heard birds again, such wondrous music
The love songs of crickets near my window
Accompanied my night
I shared wisdom and laughter with my friends
Found allies with common goals
Joined the teams I needfully respected
Shared my dreams
At times with laughter
Found again the company I desire
And my humanity returned

Dear Mr Trump

Dear Mr Trump
I am a little boy of ten
My Daddy says you are at it again
I believe you’re a smart man filled with glee
Who loves all people and longs to be free
Daddy says it’s definite proof we see
That you tell the truth just like me
You love to play games he also says
But you don’t like people who wear a fez
It’s a funny thing that as my teacher claims
We should love all people whatever their names
Daddy says too you have lots of money
Though the way you use it is quite funny
Sometimes you tell banks you’ve many a penny
But often they find you haven’t any
You’re such a clever man Daddy thinks
You can hoodwink a foe before he blinks
There are many fans who wave to you
And whenever you speak there’s a hullabaloo
I see on the news you have many supporters
Daddy says you’ve a wondrous way with reporters
He says you are powerful and reach for the skies
I’m so glad like me you never tell lies
I see you as tall, almost up to the ceiling
But Daddy said people accuse you of stealing
And he said we should drum some loud percussion
To boldly honour your bond with a Russian
Another thing he wants me to mention
You can cause a riot to get attention
And there are battles that you have fought
That land you so often into court
But all the world must see you as fair
So you pay smart lawyers to get you there
Now dear Mr Trump you are my hero
Daddy says if in Rome you’d be a Nero
I want you to know that I respect you
And Daddy says the dupes will soon elect you

Recollections

My world

I was there
When Hitler came to rule
I was there
When Roosevelt saved the nation
I was there
When Dillinger played the fool
I was there
When steam trains found my station
I was there
When Edward abdicated
I was there
When Stalin did his purges
I was there
When the Anschluss* was debated
I was there
When Freud defined our urges
I was there
When the Hindenburg caught fire
I was there
When kristallnacht was done**
I was there
When Churchill spread his ire
I was there
When Bradman scored each run
I was there
When Hiroshima was destroyed
I was there
When Armstrong walked the moon
I was there
When Margaret Thatcher was annoyed
I was there
When my existence was a merry tune
Yes I have seen so much in peace and war
And that was what my life was fashioned for

*Annexation of Austria by Nazi Germany: March, 1938.

** German, literally ‘night of crystal’, referring to the broken glass produced by the smashing of shop windows as the Nazis attacked Jews: November, 1938.

Hail Dictator

Ha!
So that’s your plan!
To get back into power by telling lies
So you claim to be an epitome
An unmatched thinker and orator
Everything you do gives you a place in the Hall of Fame
The best ever; never before seen
You hate foreigners
Say they poison our blood
When you are punished for a crime
You declare yourself a victim of political intrigue
You make friends with tyrants
And claim to have them eating from the palm of your hand
You deride savagely all your opponents
Creating fictitious flaws that are derogatory fairy stories
You claim an inalienable right to do as you please
Even to kill
You steal government pamphlets and call them your own
You bribe corrupt contacts to protect your image
You post damaging evidence on social media
You falsify business records to hide hush-money
You surround yourself with splendour to seem supreme
You fling free objects into the crowd to fake generosity
You style your hair for sham elegance
You proclaim nonsense in the guise of wisdom
You cast aside allies when their usefulness fades
You bend the judiciary to suit your schemes
You talk about blood baths and advocate violence
And you bellow before rabble like Stentor of old*
Thus you rise in popularity
Your status grows according to your plans
All seems so well in your camp
But the emperor has no clothes
Yet you look headed for tragic success
Sieg Heil!

*Stentor was a herald of the Greek army during the Trojan War.

royciebaby

Qu’est-ce la vie sans rêve?*

So the court has decided something
Rather has stated the obvious
It has always been illegal to imprison without trial
To ignore habeas corpus
Or to gaol someone for not breaking a law
Alas and alack!
This has been done
In Australia’s sordid past and continues today
What’s all the fuss then
About criminals set free to obey a court decree?
They should never have been imprisoned
Where lies the crime then?
Who is guilty?
I say dog whistling politicians with their indefinite detention
Shame! Shame! Shame!
I say let the boats come
And it’s political posing to stop them
People will drown you say
I say better than endless imprisonment
Remember the suicides
I say people smuggling is a convenient crime
Used for political gain
I say take away the smugglers’ market
By constructive work in the countries of origin
I say the vast sum spent on detention centres
Should be dedicated to asylum seekers’ welfare
What’s that you say?
I’m a dreamer with both feet firmly planted in the air
Hmm
Maybe so,
But what is life without dreams?
Without this one I say it is a terrible nightmare

*French saying: “What is life without dreams?”

Whistleblower

Here I stand
Employed by a rich company to lie and cheat
Bring shill bids to auctions
Always exaggerate my firm’s wealth to banks
Promote guns
Foster advertorial lies
Promote untrue press releases
Sanction illicit takeovers
And regarding my bosses, never rock the boat
That’s it then, but ah! What’s this?
The time has come for revelation
To end the immorality
Cast aside deceit
Bring justice to the marketplace
And respect for the power of integrity
Look at me now then
Just a simple soul
A little the worse for years
Just a minor cog in a giant wheel
A faint voice in the wilderness
But I have a brain and a tongue
More importantly, I have a heart
And even more significant, a conscience
So hand me that whistle
Yes, I choose to blow it
To bring to the world reality
The consequences of utter chicanery
The disaster of fake reputations
I know it will be the end my vocation
My status in the inner sanctum
My place in the cheating hierarchy
But what else can a man of conscience do
For peace of mind?
So bring on the Witch Finder General*
I am ready to tell my story and suffer accordingly
Just a nobody
But now my name will be remembered

*Matthew Hopkins was this English witch-hunter in the seventeenth century.

War

So
You are waging a just war
You have an enemy who deserves death and destruction
Who commits a crime against you
A villainy that must be repaid
And your right to kill is beyond reproach
Revenge is in your heart
With slaughter at your fingertips
Go then
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Regardless of age or gender
Let loose the Angel Of Death
Without guilt or pity
Mutilate that foe
Endlessly until victory is yours
Demolish his domain completely
So that he will not again rise against you
Sing a paean for your own who die
As you boldly seize the foreign realm
That’s it then
Victory will be yours
Justice will have found its rightful place
A triumph of favourable statistics
Mastery of ogres
Righteousness portrayed in your history books
But wait
Here’s a thought for you
In future days your story will be told
The mores you have displayed
Will be known tomorrow and tomorrow
If somewhere, some time
Another enemy more powerful than you should arise
You will have set a pattern
And your deeds now will decide your destiny then
Your genocide will have a place in the annals
A model for others
And this time
The suffering pitiful prey may well be you

Cognitive Paralysis

Look at him
Filling morgues in a global pandemic
Spruiking non sequiturs now as if they were true
Lying as a reflex action
To support his hair raising machinations
Condemning the law as a political arm of his foes
Misquoting history with the elegance of a charlatan
Shaking hands with collusive monocrats
Stirring protests for political ends
Posing with a bible he never reads
Boasting of wealth he does not have
Casting aside allies no longer of use to him
Maligning immigrants with fanatical bigotry
Promoting ventures that deny climate change
And rating himself always with a ten
So there we have him
This demon of deception
This ancient with the brain of a child
This apology for political integrity
This poseur who claims virtue
And seeks to be a leader
Should we choose him?
No Non Nein Nee Não Nej Tidak Nie
The misfit has no right to a position of power
He is a danger to civilisation
A menace in the realm of media
A political dagger
Poised above the heart of mankind
Should we name him?
There is no need
For his identity lurches on the awareness of us all
With distressing consequences
Bordering on despair
So let him be
For his inadequacies will turn him into flotsam
That floats away on the tide of Truth
Into the chaos of endless forgotten ignominy

Ahoy Fool

Hey there
What in heaven’s name are you doing?
Listening to you
Is dangerous business that could be fatal
You stir the mob like Adolf Hitler on steroids
With lies
Goading them into action against your enemies
People like me
You remind me of a bipolar frog
With your deep-throated non sequiturs
Persuading the brain depleted rabble
Who follow you and do your bidding
I hear their unbalanced cheers
As they swallow guff from the palms of your devious hands
How they love you and your cunning repartee
Designed to give you power and control
You build castles of falsehood in the air
Like a yes-man at a carnival of temptations
Your mind is controlled
By your ambition to seize supremacy
No heinous degrading strategy is rejected by you
As you live your life of infamy
Hunting success as an ambitious con man
Engulfed by delusions of your own significance
So rant on fool
Ply your sinister schemes of deceit
In your market place of dark deception
Your theatre of unreality
Your tower of iniquity
You will not persuade me
Ever
I will not swallow your inducement
Ever
There will not be complicit acts by me
Ever
For you are nothing but a costly token of insignificance
Ready for a sealed bin of worthless waste

royciebaby

Silent Violence

A penny for the old guy. T S Eliot: The Hollow Men
All that is needed for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing. Author Unknown.

Listen! Listen! Do you hear, my Dear?
Listen! Listen! Is it the silence you fear?

Did you see the old guy begging for your penny?
Did you, like me, with a shake of your head, imply you hadn’t any?


Was that observant mongrel dog sole witness to his end?
Did he die irrelevant, in that street with but one friend?

Will pity give you passion to talk about his fate,
Or will your mind be countersigned by your final tax rebate?

Listen! Listen! Do you hear, my Dear?
Listen! Listen! Is it the silence you fear?

Are those men your soldiers, bleeding from your thrust,
Sent to die by the man at the top you gullibly learnt to trust?

Did your shares produce the guns that led their world to war?
Did the spin create the din to hide what those shares were for?

Are those dead children yours my Dear, lying in the dust?
Did you buy those toys of theirs, broken and left to rust?


Do your words impale your heart, in a vain bid to come out
And tell this other story, when killing is about?

Listen! Listen! Do you hear, my Dear?
Listen! Listen! Is it the silence you fear?

Do you hear the anguish of that solitary pauper


At another inquest caused by an affluent nation’s torpor?

Did you see a welfare plan and savagely begrudge it,
To vote in the assassin with his hallowed balanced budget ?

Cries and sighs are everywhere, unheard by many ears;
Why are comfort and profit all your planning reveres?

Speak! Speak! Do you hear, my Dear?
Speak! Speak! Is it the silence you fear?

Silence can be violence, subtle and unseen;
When a voice is needed, are not closed lips obscene?

royciebaby

Lies For Sale

How cunning they are
Exploiting human weakness for profit
So images of people guzzling fleshy food
Are visible often
To stir your taste buds and make you spend
Or flashy cars are seen endlessly
Speeding
To promote a sale for the wrong reasons
Or an attractive woman
Offers a drive to an eligible male
And sexuality leads to a purchase
Or Simple Simon gets your attention
By doing something stupid or naive
To foster a deal
Or visual gimmickry batters your eyes
To create the illusion of magical cleanliness
That inspires your investment
Or celebrities are paid vast sums
To pretend they like a product
So we lapdogs will then invest in it
Or conspicuous crowds of fake enthusiasts
Play-act
And all they do is shout a lie to make you buy
Or others exploit the Superman illusion
With counterfeit images of power
To sell petrol
Thus we build unreal visual castles in the air
Utopian deception
To sell mundanity disguised as gold
There you are
Some of the ways the invisible hand
Stirs the hallowed brew of cost effectiveness
Such is life these days
Those are but some of the ways
The market roars
The marketeer triumphs
And life goes on as the deceivers prescribe

Arrant Rogue

Look at you
You have a way with words that persuades non thinkers
You lie constantly, not innocent fibs
But sweeping momentous disturbing untruths
That make your responsive obeisant flock of followers
Love you to the level of reverence
Your way with violence too makes you a deadly iconoclast
An ugly nonconformist
Who leads people astray assiduously for his own benefit
How then do you do this?
Let us count the ways
You are funded by corporations to deny global warming
You exploit racism by decrying immigration
You break the law constantly to increase your profits
You use courtrooms as venues for your own propaganda
You favour politically your own absolute rule
You have a distorted view of history
You wave your arms and clap yourself constantly in public
You imprison children inhumanely for long periods
You reduce or eliminate independent science advisory panels
You refuse assiduously to accept political defeat
You treat international diplomacy with utter contempt
There
Let that suffice for now
Such follies link your leadership to despair
Bring political mores to the edge of a cliff
At the foot of that cliff is dictatorship
Confusion
And chaos for all humanity
So let us chart a new course
Treat roguery with the contempt it deserves
Be alert for integrity
And cast any arrant rogue
Away, away, away
To the other side of awareness

The Climate Curse Still Lingers

Enough!
The climate curse still lingers
Greedy neocon birds of prey still rule the roost
Still supported obeisantly by a government they fund
Cars still convert oxygen into greenhouse gases
Coal still finds a market for a mogul to exploit
Gas is still exported for exorbitant profit
Oil still shapes the destiny of power hungry nations
Still science knocks on many doors and finds no one at home
So loudly consequences scream, seeking our attention
And what then are the outcomes that we need to mention?
Well
Floods have become destructive events again and again and again
Heat waves condemn many old folk to an early grave
Cosmic fires pervade the earth, killing too many we try to save
Storms cause dire destruction and cast aside resistance
Damaged roads and bridges hinder normal existence
Droughts now happen frequently as the rain finds another place
Ground level ozone vapours still threaten the human race
Depression is more common today with post traumatic stress
Famines now grow in number to add to the duress
Heating the sea will bring mercury into the food we eat
Starvation lingers on many doorsteps because of the heat
So wake up now you miscreants who still promote disaster
You must act now so the marketeer will not be our master
Bring wisdom into the lives you harm
Think things through to cast aside alarm
The heat is on and the chance is gone to disregard the analysis
Deniers now will be suffering from a form of mental paralysis
Do it now, discard those mindless ways
So you can comment truthfully on the loveliest of days

Dictator

Well now, just look at you
Mouthing lies and patriotism as a Fascist might
What do you think you are?
The ruler of this land?
Not a bit of it
You are a self promoting wastrel
A liar who defies the law with absolute venom
A nonentity disguised as a significant somebody
A tyrant obsessed with your own grab for power
You persuade people effectively by appealing to their darker nature
Tell tales that appeal to non thinkers
Curse your opponents to bring them into disrepute
With fables and emotional non sequiturs
Your voice is heard because of the colluding media
That love you like a long lost brother
Or rather like a spoilt brat
So
You weave your tapestry of unreality
Your praise of evil and your eulogy of self promotion
Your defiance of valid legal procedures
Your fake claims of injustice directed towards you
Your allegiance drawn from a throng of mindless followers
And your nauseous criminal history about to be exposed
Now the wheels of justice are really turning
Misdeeds have consequences that will catch up with you
Although for you crime pays, a day of judgement is approaching
Your assault on the law is about to fall by the wayside
Your true nature is about to be reckoned with
Justice awaits you
And the knives it wields are very sharp
Your body is about to be exhumed from the graveyard of deceit
And cremated by the fires of fair play
So give the world now the peace it deserves
The one gift you have left to bestow upon us
Your silence

The Sword Of Justice

How dare you; you can’t do that
Treat the law, its judges, and its juries with contempt
Comment aloud during a court session
Abuse the officers of the judicature
And your legal opponents
Then rise and leave with anger amidst the procedures
The law is a sacred thing
Vital to every member of every society
If justice is despised and inoperative at any time
Injustice sponsored by tyranny is but a small step away
Fascism, a reign of terror, totalitarianism, dictatorship
Are possible perils when the law is treated with disrespect
So change your ways you mindless self-promoting dullard
Abandon your disobedience, your waywardness, your defiance
Your ways that endanger the future of mankind
Learn the lessons taught by the ages
Appropriate respect for the timeless sword of justice
The vital icon of civilisation
The common man’s only defence against despotism
The one safeguard for all against enslavement
So change you ways now
Listen to the voice of reason
Follow the advice of the time aware
Who have seen the law grow in strength and significance
Through all the years that history records
If you fail; if you continue your disobedient follies
That sword will smite you asunder
Dismember your disobedient selfish body
Into a thousand pieces of insignificance
And cast them into a chasm of forgotten memories
Your life’s causes will be ended
Your name will be sullied
Your business will be bankrupt
Your politics will shrivel into voteless non existence
And above all else
The law we must respect
Will not be contaminated by your non sequiturs
Away with you then, now
Revise yourself
Or remain forever silent

royciebaby

Pathway To Hell

Revenge is in the air
Punishment for a hostile act that kills
Nothing will be allowed to stand in the way
Of your revenge
Every foe must go
Wipe the slate clean
Civilians are no problem
They are part of the inevitable nemesis
Children too,
Thousands in number
For they are placed by destiny on the other side
Right is might
In this war to bring justice to the chosen
For somewhere amidst all that nameless humanity
The planners of your demise are hiding
So
Blast their hidden sanctuary into non existence
No matter whom you kill
See
The damage that task causes
Amidst the carnage
Dwelling places turned into shapeless rubble
Countless streets with no name mired with wreckage
Yet still the bombs rain down
Deadly memos of hatred without end
Weapons of mass destruction
Yes
Death has no respite here
It has no morality of spirit
And taps on the shoulders of so many innocents
Even the journalists are dying
Doctors too are among the many dead
So walk with me in your mind these troubled alleyways
Step gingerly to avoid the fallen
Or the shattered dreams turned into debris
But do not dwell there
For whatever street you choose
Where e’re you walk
Will be a pathway to Hell

Love In Your Heart

So
You want to face the music
Meet your destiny in this troubled world
With dignity and integrity
So much will depend on what your mind tells you
Are you surrounded by enemies?
Are the people you meet potential foes
Or can you trust them as friends?
Is there a threat from humans who are different?
Muslims? Jews? Indigenous folk? Immigrants?
Is there a place in your mind for strangers?
Or are you uneasy with them and governed by fear?
So often lately there is a time in human lifetimes
When danger seems menacingly to threaten
It is happening now
All around you you see the warning signals
Generated by the false versions of reality
Cultivated by Herculean truth stealers
For whom adversaries mean status and power
And profitable weapons to manufacture
Awareness of this folly however is so important
Vital indeed for the survival of the human race
Gather around then you victims of engineered distrust
You fodder for corporate missionaries of hate
Turn away from derived animosity
Reject the fables of menace
Spurn the orchestrated lies
Perpetrated by the contaminated media
Controlled by leaders with omnipotent single mindedness
Turn your thoughts to positive hope
To a future devoid of manufactured antipathy
Free of unfounded hatred
And survive with love in your heart

On An Unnamed War

So
You are fighting terrorists to the death
Ending their existence
Waging a war that will not end until victory comes
But are children terrorists?
You are killing them in their thousands
Do you find terrorists among the disabled elderly?
You are killing them in their thousands
Are mothers terrorists?
You are killing them in their thousands
Are doctors and journalists terrorists?
Many many of them are dying by your hand
Homes are blasted out of existence by your bombs
Rubble litters endless streets with no name
For the sake of humanity stop now
Evil comes to him who evil does
Your slate is not clean but blighted
Nowhere in the battle you wage can justice be sighted
Guilty deeds you constantly perform
History will tell your story
It will flow through the halls of infamy
Like an icy wind
The moving finger of time
Will write your name on the walls
Of houses of ill repute
Absolution will be a flimsy dream in your sleep
And never a reality
For that is the way of war
It is always a symptom and never a solution
Forever a nightmare never a serenity
So march on soldiers of shame
On your route to eternal damnation
There you will be welcomed by the angels of death
Who will sing you the dirge you deserve
Amidst the wreckage of other people’s yearning
The time for change is here
So get to it now
And find your own salvation in peace

We Will Not Be Silent

The warnings are out
The doers of dark deeds hold the floor
Stand tall with their stentorian voices echoing everywhere
Hold your tongues you little people they proclaim
You insignificant pawns in the chess game of life
You puny dwarfs in the realm of giants
Be voiceless and listen
Learn the authorised version of truth from those in power
Absorb the sanctioned reality like obedient vassals
Negativity is not your privilege
Fault-finding will not be tolerated
You must obey and hold your tongue
As the saying goes
Verbal intrusion into subjects classified
Will incur public contempt, ridicule and penalty
Legal retribution to the highest level of the law
Punishment including the pain of solitary confinement
Contradictory beliefs will not be accepted
Endorsed and publicly ratified reality
Must, they repeat must, be celebrated in everything you do
So that is where we are now
That is the very nature of the choice we do not have
No disobedience, no critical words, no corrective dissent
Only compliance with the imposed accepted norm
No one must dare to speak to the contrary
Yet can there not be an error at some time in officialdom?
Is perfection a universal outcome always?
Is there not scope for wrong doing in every society?
Is misreckoning or misdeed not possible at some time?
And does felony triumph when good men do nothing?
Will our destiny be decided by what we do not do?
Well now, heed this you authoritarian behemoths
We have seen today things you have done
That clash with behaviour known as virtue
That harm people or vital institutions mercilessly
Causing poverty, injury or even death for innocents
Your deeds are causing pain in the world around us
So trust me: we will not be silent

A Last Hope

Aha!
Thus you wage your war
Your enemy is nothing but a category of hate
An entity without mortal needs
Just a target for you the righteous
A cancer needing heat therapy
A plague in the Eden you inhabit
Your bombs rain down on those foes
Branded by you as miscreants
And your supreme being is away on holidays
Pity is frowned upon
And discouraged with angry voices
Your plan is to drive that herd to other pastures
Leaving you to inhabit the promised land
Death is your convenient tool
Applied with the rigour of a master craftsman
It is a deadly plaything of the rich and powerful
A device of power put to use throughout time
And you use it now
Look at the chaos you impose
The wreckage of a society shattered without mercy
Bodies wrapped in white lying in the streets
People sobbing and mourning the lifeless
First responders hurrying into partly destroyed hospitals
With patients in their arms
Media cameras recording the chaos despite desperate danger
Where will this lead you?
Will you triumph in a cause célèbre?
No
Victory is but an empty token when the reason is injustice
Oppressors fostered by brutality are doomed to fail
You must not continue your way of bloodshed
Your cruel conviction you have the endless right to kill
Your demonic program of atrocity
Your inhumanity for which there is no valid reason
Hear this then O epitome of iniquity
Villain hidden by a mask of authenticity
Support is dwindling for you
Your associates are now seeing reason
So end your depravity in the name of human rights: now

royciebaby

Storm Guilty

The consequences are fearsome
Alarming, worrying, destructive
The corporate greed
Of those who really rule the world
Is the reason for the climate terror
The heat rises like the weather in Hades
Deadly change is the frightening outcome
Storms descend upon us with unnerving intensity
As financial gain gives rise to global warming
The consequences are savagely real
Death and destruction suddenly are the norm
All for the sake of pecuniary mission statements
Floods sweep away lives and vulnerable property
Hot days kill the unsuspecting elderly
Fire flares forth with savagery that outdoes hellfire
Houses burn, people die
And the lives of countless creatures end in flames
Warnings! Warnings! Warnings!
So often now the catch cry is watch and be ready
Unease rules the world for one dark reason
The rapacity of a powerful small sample of humanity
Their raison d’être is revealed for all to see
Money! Money! Money!
Oil and gas and coal, the Devil’s marbles,
Still befoul and poison the earth
Assembly lines of carbon-infected cars
Add nitrous oxide too
To roast our world
And so the sinister strategy continues to enrich the few
But a change is coming
You can hear new sounds in the air
The people’s voices
Echoing in alleyways where the temperature is too hot to bear
The message rings out through the hot nights
They who cause havoc, few in number but infinitely violent,
Are now exposed
Change is in the torrid air
And the sagacity of science will at last be noticed
Amidst the ensuing silence of felonious cash registers

The Socialist

See how they labelled him:
Communist!
Bolshevist!
Fascist!
When all he sought to do was share the wealth
Simply expressing a wish that everyone should own
The means of production
Distribution
And exchange
That idea was anathema to the ruling forces of the land
That intrusion into the free market
Would be cataclysmic for private enterprise
Such a trespass into the mechanism of the economy
Would crucify freedom
And plunge the nation into anti-capitalist free fall
See how the media then snuffed that battle with delight
Headlines mourned the potential death of national liberty
Influential phone-in gurus warned against change
Praising with all their might the canonised corporate lobby
As agents of liberty
Freedom loving angels that must be protected
From revolutionary debauchery
Thus the bewildered herd was guided to the right
The votes came in
The winners demanded laissez-faire existence
And life as we know it was privatised…
So what then are the consequences
When you cast your mind over the resulting patterns of life?
Notice please the vast numbers of the not so rich
In your free enterprise domain
Observe the short term profit in lieu of long term planning
The sudden emergence of a very rich few
The cost of education rising
The willingness to put profit ahead of welfare
The affection for weaponry as a source of income
With a trend to embark on profitable war
The skill of a rich minority in avoiding income tax
And the infamy for any man who dares to read Karl Marx

Warmonger

Aha!
Now the secrets are out
Archival evidence just released
All is revealed
You conspired with the war racketeers
To invade that innocent country
Lies were the in thing for you
Concocted warnings of nonexistent danger
Fallacious data wielded like a sword
Fake weapons of crass deduction
That gave your deceit overt reality
And led the world astray
So many people died
In a war that should never have been
Death came not for soldiers alone
But for other gentle souls whose only dream was peace
A coalition of the unwilling
All dead
And victims of your sinister scheming
So hear this now
Your name is attached to infamy
Truth has a way with wrongdoing such as yours
It stands firm in spite of political gimmickry
Historians tend to discover it
Eventually…
As a consequence of this, note well your fate:
Your artifice
Your duplicity
Your chicanery
Will be revealed to future students of the past
With overwhelming authenticity
What you are
And have been throughout your political life
Will be evident in the historical discourse
The hall of fame where once you dwelt
Will become a mob museum
Your place there will be verified by the children of your victims
And their voices will end forever your fake renown

MUSGA

Vote for this mindless, lying, cheating neocon
And Make Uncle Sam Gloat Again
These are words I am hearing everywhere
I don’t know his full history
Perchance he is merely an apparition
But I’ve noticed him lately
This young whippersnapper
Plying his trade amidst the corruption of politics
His youth might be a problem
For he lacks the experience of more mature men
He is very rich however
Never pays his taxes
Has a tower in New York named after him
Owns majestic aircraft
When he loses he never admits defeat
Hates foreigners like poison, even good and needy people,
Tends to promote riot and discord for unjust causes
Welcomes global warming avidly
Favours the rich and ignores the poor
Scorns public healthcare
Regards those killed in warfare as losers
Has denied the value of scientific advisory bodies
And imprisoned many children in appalling conditions
That is the emerging picture of this man
Despite his moral failures he is popular
He sways crowds with great skill
Ever ready to express his own perfection
He claps himself constantly
And promotes platitudes as if they were hard truths
Despite his vices this man’s fame is rising
The polls predict electoral success
Although voices opposed to him are growing louder
Our destiny as always will depend on a wise majority
On that final voting day
The world needs this young man, Adolf Smith,
To fail
So for the good of mankind, let it be.

Whistleblowers

For Julian Assange and David McBride

Well!
Just look at that
They see a deadly deceitful immoral deed
Expose it
Speak up with courage
Knowing silence would be conspiracy
And are punished vigorously
Indeed threatened with a gaol term
So
All you honest people
The brave ones
The ones who will not stay silent
In the presence of wickedness
Who are motivated by conscience
Who are moved to act in the presence of wrong
Who dare to dream of the power of truth
Do not go public
Do not trespass in the domain of the establishment
Realpolitik must not be interfered with
Just left to itself as a duty thrust upon all citizens
Thus the highest court of the land
The epitome of justice
Depends upon compliance with rules that protect the guilty
“I have seen offence Your Honour, but I dare not reveal it.”
No No No
In a land where truth is dangerous
Where arrant folly hides behind regulations
Behind active and convenient directives
Behind a rigorously applied code of silence
The voice of criticism must ring out loud and clear
Resounding especially in the emptied halls of integrity
Echoing in streets where no one walks in peace
And where fair-mindedness melts away like plastic at a cremation
This is a last chance
A one and only final hope of fair play
In the troubled game of modern day existence
So speak on brave friends and thank you

royciebaby