Truth and Power

When there is a battle between truth and power, 

they say, truth always loses.

Truth, she may lose some of the battles,

battered and bruised,

but the war is always hers.

 

Good Things

Good things

come to those

with the biggest

mouths

Dreams

My best mate at school

wanted to be a dashing ambulance driver,

speeding through the city streets saving lives.

I hear he’s been driving roadside assist vans

for the last twenty years.

Anzac Day

Blow a bugle. 

Wear a poppy in your hair. 

Dress up in old medals 

of distant relatives 

you never knew. 

Whatever you need to do.

Conservative World

Progressive voices are silenced

when the world's fear

tips in favour of the scared.

I Cry Easily

I cry easily, 

but I laugh easily too. 

I love easily, 

I have found great love, 

hearts that are true.

America Profits

America bombs the middle east

for profit,

while taking no responsibility,

for Europe being bombed

with refugees.

Harmony, Not Bigotry

Even nice Muslims

import homophobia

when they seek asylum

Political Correctness

Political correctness,

Is now

Just something

Someone else doesn’t like.

Man's Best Friend

My dog

spins around in circles

when I bring out his food,

he pirouettes and dances,

gratitude to man,

best friends for life.

Freedom

The sky on a string

the world turns below your feet.

Bird's-eye lens

where the earth and the sky meet

floating in your dreams.

Every Kid Should Get the Trophy of Life

Every kid getting a trophy

Is too far to the left

Ideologically, apparently.

Kids getting left behind

Due to budget cuts,

Apparently, is not.

The Really Sad Thing

The really sad thing

If we took all the money spent on war

And spent it on all the people

Everybody could live like a king

The Racist Collective

I love

The happy aboriginal guy, 

I call chip,

He always stops,

and pats my dog at the shops.

He always asks first.

I admire

the wog boys masculinity

Hey mate, friends for life

Just don’t fuck my wife

Muscle cars in the night,

Maybe a fight.

I gaze

at the Asian boys

Happy and sweet,

Violent and petite

Rushing collectively,

To a better beat.

I'm amazed

By the African guys

Tall and hip,

Stylish clothes on their backs,

Always in packs, 

Walking away.

What do I say to the Arab man?

Except, perhaps, sorry

For war and pestilence

Bought down on your head,

Now you struggle to find a bed.

What can I say

to Anglo boys milk fed

Alpha males with entitlement

Homogenous to the last breath?

Can you spare a cent?

For the rest?

Buisness'ocracy

If you think 

The govt is on your side – 

Well, it is nice 

To see such a display 

Of nativity, 

I guess – 

Think again, 

It is survive or die. 

The "folks" are collateral damage, 

Now that democracy has died.

 

Shady Character

You can't trust people

Who use blue and green hi-lighters

They have something to hide