Thursday, 19 April 2012

The Lamp Post: Kirk v Industrial Relations Commission

The Lamp Post: Kirk v Industrial Relations Commission: Kirk v Industrial Relations Commission; Kirk Group Holdings Pty Ltd v WorkCover Authority of New South Wales (Inspector Childs) [2010] HCA ...

Monday, 5 March 2012

Forgotten


Forgotten

We are still here
Like the remnant tatters of my letters home
I lie here still, embedded in a bed of clay
Physically fossilized yet peacefully forgotten
We are still here, burying our dead

Maggots dribble from my eyes
Cold cluzzened fingers, clung to guns
These tears now pierce my brain
Absorbing my memories of comfort
Feeding me dreary dismay

I pick up a gun and in vain
With a bullet’s bang I brand my brain
I am forgotten now,
No longer a part of this
Politically correct game

Liberation

Here's a poem I wrote a while back:


Liberation

Look into my candid eyes,
Listen to my candid lies,
I want you to understand.

The finer prospect I have planned,
Cities shake and shiver with thunder,
From fears of war and bombs’ blunder,
Sagging buildings against fiery flames,
Howling jets and scathing planes,
Hysterical men and children screams,
Sodden soil with streaking blood.

Inside the steel womb of my mind,
Our conscience lies deaf, dumb and blind,
Like a poverty stricken African child,
Don’t fret about death terror or destruction,
For the oil here will pay for reconstruction,
I bomb with love not with hate,
For we come not to slay but to liberate.