The Smoke
The smoke
Smoke engulf us
Your smoke, Prime Minister
Born of climate and change
My rage knows its new bounds
Found in truth
You deny that reality
The reality of life, ordinary life
But what would you know of our existence?
In your bubble of denial
A river of lies flow
Media unchallenged
Because you have power
How?
How could these deniers win?
My head swims, at the liars in charge
And the Official Opposition
Like my urine tube
But not even as useful as
This pissing machine
Full of it, and
Oh Australia, oh world
We stride closer and closer
To the end of all
I cannot breath well
This is your hell, PM
It will not end well
Unless we rise up
Our day is coming
Must come
Then they and their change are done
If it does not
We are over
Their we and our we
Free, of all humanity,
Of ourselves
Or free of them
And then to reclaim life, living and humanity
Oh to be free
Free from climate change
From exploitation
Truly free, can we be?
Copyright © John Passant | Year Posted 2019
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