Posts Tagged ‘australia’

 

manus

We are the least of men

Iranians, Afghanis, Sudanese

Stuck on Manus forever

Outside the camp the locals will attack us

Cutting us down like dogs

They hack us with machetes

Inside the camp we die in our souls

Of neglect

Of disease

Of madness

In tropical heat

We cry out to your conscience

For you to set us free

For we are losing hope

And feeling dead inside

We are punished for coming on a boat

When Australia was built by people arriving by boat

We are a national staining shame

For if you do this to us now

Who will be next?

tony-abbott

Conform, conform, conform

Get your tedious thoughts from commercial television

Here’s a current-affair-today-tonight thought for you

You are a human dildo with a vestigial brain

Get your tedious dreams from advertisements and internet

Holiday in Bali

Get hypnotized by a smart phone

Buy something quickly before your brain seizes up

Consume, consume, consume

‘Oh my God,’ it’s a new bathroom

Watch the football and worship identikit musclebound dick-wads

Dockers or Eagles

All feebleminded macho dominant rapist assholes

In your brick boxes infecting like chicken pox all over the blackfella’s land

An infestation of suburban mediocrity

Exponentially multiplying identikit upwardly-mobile photo-shop families of chock full of morons

Fuck your suburban dreams and shopping-centre schemes

Fuck your football frenzies and capitalist ass-play

Fuck your home improvement and celebrity bingo bullshit

Fuck your ‘say no to drugs’ and two standard drinks

Fuck your Anzac day worship of war

Fuck your Team Australia and Islamophobia

Fuck your Tony Abbot and terrorism paranoia

Fuck your casual racism and sexism

Fuck your drunken wife-beating and misogyny

Fuck your brand new ute and crappy corporate rock

Fuck your amateur-Australia-day-drunks and mediocre fire-works

Please try to have an original thought in your head

Just one

Just once

It would be such a shock to the whole stupid system

bush
The sunlight bludgeons the earth till it squeezes out the edges,
Morning is breaking all over the ground like an incandescent egg.
The eucalyptus trees whisper softly in a slow murmuring breath of wind,
And the birds call each other with inscrutable sounds.
A kookaburra’s insane laugh booms through the land,
And the elusive fragrance of wattle is in the air.
Granite outcrops are silent sentinels, watching over the bush.
I sing the beauty of this land, its endless deserts, plains and mountains,
I sing the unique birds, animals and plants, their fecundity and claws.
Wide to the ends of space is the Bush,
So easy to be lost in.
A pin in an infinite haystack,
But in it is the heart of the nation.