Two poems not yet edited yet of worth in intelligence written to compliment the essay.

Intelligence  

Can I expect

What will happen next

For the police did call

Me any number of things at all

And followed me throughout

Many days of no doubt

Their wasting government resources

While I wondered what all the fuss is

About

Until I comprehended

They seemed to suppose

After long enough I know

That they were the only ones left I could talk to

And so talk to them I did

About whatever I knew of hid

That had the corruption built in

Of bidding upon harming children

And kept up my own cataloguing

Of what police where actioning

Of all the information I gave to them

Of course only what I myself have been given

By those far more embedded than I

And living far more dangerous lives

So whose information’s value

Had a different stake to my own

Yet still the will in me

To fondly have grown

Of many criminals lesser known

While police had only supposed

That I was who is able because

Upon their strings have I been hosed

With the water of no other pleasant thing

Besides falling into their ring

Are not they so denying

Of real intelligence complying

So next I expect

They will find me

Never quite taking up the plight

Of whom a nice wife of me made might

Yet who seems to have fallen

Into the dust tall and

Thick with thieves and roses

He who cleaned up my Dreamtime moments

Able to provide me a nice married life

But of police’s device

Will my work to find

Such as it is be denying

For learned has it

Never to expect nothing but getting

It quick

An Australian’s View to American Blue 

Growing up we were told not much

But for the arch conservative

Is American to be preserved in

And had an American friend

With a hippy mother who remembered when

The refugees from
Vietnam dodging

Stayed with her and her man

Or was it perhaps that

The refugees were of
Woodstock

It was never quite clear what sort of rot

Until quite recently my fear

Found out that families rear

Passage has somewhat of a

Hideous reputation

For finding and blaming

What ever is the best of

The world of the child’s rest

And so to their nest

Now here in
Australia

Had my perceptions

Been quite bent of Americans

Yet now today is

A wonderful climate

For finding the way true

In every environment

Even the most depraved

And in this situation

I have happened to fall into the station

Of being blessed with the reputation

Of having to tell Americans

What it is we are suffering here in
Australia

So first let me tell swell

Do not assume that upon our pain

We could ever make any capitalist gain

That tried and true

Was done right through

And nothing new

But corrupted true

Proven when the Queen sacked who

But for what seems righteous

This day of all days

Is that no night is

Without the grave

Of never expecting

To have anyone to blame

Bar our own selves

Yet it is not that we are lame

But that our way true

Is to be ever renewed

Through each of our acceptance

Of the passage the worst go through

And my message to you

Over in
America

Is that we here Australians

Are struggling because

That which was done to those arrived as slaves

Is being done over here

To everybody who is near by

In achieving any outcome

Of social justice in time

Such that our mainstream consciousness

Has marked every fact of social justice

As drug taking flea bitten rotten dog poo

Yet within that methodology

Have we

A system of communication

In which make no mistake

Just a slight part exaggerate

And the floor of the fate

Of the last of all gates

Bottoms out to our favour

Yet without social justice

There is getting to be

Nothing left to win

But death

So climb on in

If your way is to want victory

Then begin with us to see

Clear weather this storm

We have done it before

As hard as it takes us

Those who pushed

Will fall far

By our own falls through their tar

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