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?