When I was a child

When I was a child, I spoke like a child
for I was a child, inside and out.
When I was a child, I spoke like a child
for a child should only ever have to be,
a child true to themselves.

Liar, liar pants on fire,
Nose as long as a telephone wire.

Old Giuseppe should’ve known better
than to play with things he knows not.
Sticks and stones may break my bones
but names will hurt forever, more,
more, more and more it hurts.
Deeply, deeply, its so hard to endure, a
child should never have to bear such things.

Liar, liar pants on fire,
Nose as long as a telephone wire.

The innocence of babes, from
the mouths of babes we speak.
But is anyone listening? I doubt it, for
children should be seen and not heard,
better still, lock them in the attic, put them
in a box; does it matter if it’s real, or just
putting us in place, for a child only knows
what it’s taught, such willingness to learn,
can have such devastating effect.

Liar, liar pants on fire,
Nose as long as a telephone wire.

Speak now or forever hold your peace,
don’t let the sun go down on your anger.
Kiss and make up, is really only make up,
to a child who knows little else, than
sugar plums and faeres, make up, believe
it is what it is, the tooth faere always came,
Santa always left me something, even if it wasn’t
what I wished for; how could a child know, that a
parent would never listen, that such one way love
and emotion could lead to such disappointment,
what would a child know, no wisdom to speak, of course.

Liar, liar pants on fire,
Nose as long as a telephone wire.

I have spoken with the tongues of angels,
I have seen visions of the Apocolypse.
The dilemma of Cassandra has been my
constant companion, the innocence of youth,
the miracle of life, the question of death, the
Wonder of the Universe, the fate of us all.
What would a child know, what would I know at all?
I still search and wonder, what could possibly still be
thought; the more I know, the more I know I don’t
know, the child never ceases learning, even if they
cease the will to live, for life brings death and death
brings life, the Ancients have always known, that the
innocence of children is more precious than any possession.

Liar, liar pants on fire,
Nose as long as a telephone wire.
I don’t care, I don’t care,
I can buy another pair.
What’s the difference you may say,
I’ll tell you that another day.
Just for now shut your mouth,
It’s just a bunch of words gone south.

When I was a child, I spoke like a child
for I was a child, inside and out.
When I was a child, I spoke like a child
for a child should only ever have to be,
a child true to themselves.

I believe, I BELIEVE

I believe in God, the Father almighty,
creator of heaven and earth.
I BELIEVE IN THE DEVIL, THE FATHER OF EVIL
CREATOR OF SIN AND EVIL.
I believe in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord.
He was conceived by the power of the Holy Spirit
and born of the Virgin Mary.
I BELIEVE IN THE DEVIL, LUCIFER, FALLEN ANGEL,
CONCIEVED IN THE KNOWLEDGE OF AN OMNISCIENT
AND OMNIPOTENT GOD.
He suffered under Pontius Pilate,
was crucified, died, and was buried.
He descended to the dead.
HE RESIDED WITH THE DEVIL AND THE DAMNED
BRINGING SALVATION TO THE DEAD SAINTS
On the third day he rose again.
He ascended into heaven,
and is seated at the right hand of the Father.
THE DEVIL REMAINED IN HELL,
AND CONTINUES HIS WORKS OF EVIL UPON EARTH
He will come again
to judge the living and the dead.
HE WILL CAST BILLIONS INTO THE LAKE OF FIRE
FOR ALL ETERNITY.

I believe in the Holy Spirit,
THE DEVIL INCARNATE
the holy catholic Church,
NOT THE CATHOLIC CHURCH
the communion of saints,
THE EXCOMMUNICATION OF UNBELIEVERS
the forgiveness of sins,
THE PUNISHMENT OF SINNERS
the resurrection of the body,
THE CASTING INTO THE LAKE OF FIRE
the life everlasting.
AND ETERNITY IN HELL.
Amen.
AMEN.

Alien

I am an Alien
a foreigner in an
unknown Land. A
sojourner, a traveler,
no History, no connection
only shadows and whispers
of faraway places, of cities
and Culture so familiar yet
so far abroad. Distanced.

The Land where I walk
so vast and unfamiliar
only the foreign is familiar
the introduced and the built
the Weeds speak volumes, the
litter glistens in the endless
sea of brown, the relentless
Sameness that surrounds
our suburbs. Decamped.

My world is upside down
seasons topsy-turvy, with
trees that keep their leaves
and shed their bark, the face
of the Moon winks from the
other side, compass points
turn the other way, the burning
Sun drops suddenly from the
summer sky. Disturbed.

In the deepest DNA the
weather resides, spring leads
to winter, autumn followed by
summer, solstice on the go, day
by night, Mars or Venus, I can
never be Shaw, she sells seashells
by the seashore, language lost
heaped upon the fire, burning
desire to know. Deceived.

Ghost

I am a ghost among
the gum trees, an
apparition of imagination,
sent here, born here from
those sent, sentenced, given
a new life in a new Land, Diaspora,
the chosen ones, the forgotten,
the despised, excess of
an Empire. Abandoned.

I did not choose to be
here, my Fate was sealed on
distant shores, by desperate folk,
living disparate Lives, unknown and
uncertainty befell them, no Land to
claim, no home to shelter, sent
sailing to the four winds,

many never to see

Land again. Awash.

The Land I dwell in is
not my own, never was,
never will be, covered with
Names so familiar, with buildings
upon places, hiding Knowledge I will
never comprehend, the Fate that
befalls me is that I live out a Lie
under the pretence of a Nation
fabricated. Alone.

Baa baa black man

Land of plenty, land of the free
Only if you’re a white man, come across the sea
No room for the Natives, only for our sheep
Riches only Empire warrants to reap

Baa, baa black man, have you any wool
No sir, no sir, we burned it all you fool,
Call up the master, don’t tell the dame,
Let’s shoot all the little boys who live by the flame.

Captain Cook took a look
Then we sent all our crooks
Landed gentry seized the Land
Turned a profit, something grand

On the sheeps back
We invaded the blacks
Trampled all their history
Brought death and misery

But we legislated
And boldly vindicated
What can only be described
As murder and genocide

Terra nullius, tell another lie
Terror Australis, Blackfella die
Terror incognita, no one will know
Whitefella terror is never on show.

Nationhood and settlement
Never gave a second thought
To millennia of acknowledgement
That country is their sacrament.

An injustice to every person,
Every tribe and every Nation,
That this vast Land created
Since before time instigated.

Enclosures and clearances
Girt the Land with fences
If you can’t work Land for profit
Then we’ll just take it by forfeit.

Rule, Britannia! Rule the waves
Britons never, never will be slaves
While we flourish great and free,
All come under our decree.

The earth is our dominion
And that’s not just opinion
The Lord has given us the right
To rule over all with might.

Rule, Britannia! Rule the waves
Britons never, never will be slaves
The fall of other nations poor
Shall raise Britannia forever more.

Terra nullius, tell another lie
Terror Australis, Blackfella die
Terror incognita, no one will know
Whitefella terror is never on show.

Nationhood and settlement
Never gave a second thought
To millennia of acknowledgement
That country is their sacrament.

An injustice to every person,
Every tribe and every Nation,
That this vast Land created
Since before time instigated.

Land of plenty, land of the free
Only if you’re a white man, come across the sea
No room for the Natives, only for our sheep
Riches only Empire warrants to reap

Baa, baa black man, have you any wool
No sir, no sir, we burned it all you fool,
Call up the master, don’t tell the dame,
Let’s shoot all the little boys who live by the flame.