a couple of poems

these are two of many many similar poems I have been writing during the past few years: perhaps these might give the flavour of this weblog:


The Vote’s Saviour

Of the Australian
Notion of compulsion
In compelling ourselves
To vote
For compulsory voting
Is the station
Of why our society
Is fairly well regulated
In respect of
Public education
Forty years of
Equal opportunity
For indigenous Australians
Supposedly
Can identify our national valuation
Upon real education
Since when we know
Our own vote alone
Is never enough to tow
Our own line in the machinations
Of electoral politics
Why of course we might
Realise that education
Need be for everybody
Not only the wealthy
So consider again now
How well off we might be
When unionisation
Is again compulsory
For the wealth of
Our labour
Never had no better saviour
In secular legislation
Than unionisation


The Generation Upon That Stolen

There’s a generation
Of my countrymen
Who were not in physical distance
Stolen
From their black mothers yet crying
About why we are all finding
Their minds battered and maimed
Bruised forgotten and blamed
And by some unknowable mysterious
Thought police
Trained bludgeoned and defamed
Into hating motherhood’s game
Worse than if stolen thus the same
Abused by the thought police of the brain
From acts of sodomy
Perpetrated to defeat
Black rights fought for and obtained
All our citizenship thus cheap
By imposing only intransitive
Words of English absurd
Upon definitions such as
What we might have been
Ourselves determining
By the language of
Self determination
For its not the determination of self
To snap on the latex
Glove off a right wing shelf
That the white Australian
Population
Voted for
In 1967 sure
But rather the Dreamtime for
Its wondrous reminders
Of victories for labour value behind us
Forever us white guys advantage
In spending our votes
On black history’s boat
The boat that’s been brutalised
By untold advantage white
Enabled through organised crime
Imposing into the mind
Of every black inmate of prison
For the rest of their life
That their dead losses were all for
The benefit of right wing politics
Whose agents were sticking
Inside the anus
Of ever prison inmate
And too many others also mate
The lie about time
And women’s minds
That mother’s ought to have been
More liken to boys in mind
Is that their own right wing ill to find
Their ends along with
Every one among us
Whether sodomised or not but because of
The generations of fathers
Whose children have learned of
That trick the hard way
In forgiving their father
Learning his mind was
Strangely effected
Into confusing cause with effect
For the lesson of time
In which the past ever causes
That the future improves with
Of the Dreamtime sublime
Is what that right wing supporting
Section of organised crime
Had worked to undermine