Legislation’s Cumulative Nation
This is Australia’s new station
To have become the cumulative nation
Of what is the real manifestation
In consequence of legislation
A nation in which
We have true solid pitch
For social justice
By welfare dollar providence
By public health and housing we stitch
That there always was some reason to this
Processing of legal meaning
Out of religion’s original contexts
And yet for all its splendors’
In this nation of majestic landscape
And environmentally blessed grandeurs’
We’ve encountered a problem from which
We find no escape
Since despite all efforts to prevent of
And the fact that no legislation was so intended
According to what we are in information tendered
We seem to have manifested
Our country becoming a police controlled state
Well, that is how the police imagine that their work sustains us anyway mate
And in which
Truly need we all wonder
About this
Why can here criminals yet exist
When police are so infatuated
With their own status
As to suppose that they control this nation
Yet perhaps what they’ve failed to sustain
In their own basic minds trained
By the fact of their pay
In which there is some indecent play
For what any of us might believe to stay
Is conditioned through money plain
And when the tax dollars do pay
Even if by private tender game
Well who might control the dream minds
Of those who receive police wages find
Is the tax payers whom wish for
That police will police to their own call
So today in this place
With for whom will God’s Grace
That there need yet be escape
From the false discriminations
Of faked reputations
About whose behaves in illegitimate action
Since by combination
Of specific portions
Of Australian legislation
Is active discrimination
Being enabled against
Those whom believe in true law
Of God’s true people never without money poor
For the flow of information
Is yet for
So if from out behind the closed police doors
You own dream mind receives not poor
And certainty you find
That it is your own receptive mind
And not by allegations and accusations caused
Then know yourself through mine
That this well informed time
Will prove the death of why
Police find
Themselves able imagine control belongs to their own kind
Yet that but by needs unimagined
Will we receive of
The reason to distrust what
Police controlled governance
Might be if not for
Our own will here to so disprove of
For just as the criminals
Have police been whom will tell you of
That what is good for all
Might not necessarily be
The best for you and me
And that to improve the life of we three
The police, you, and me
Might it not yet be
Of a need to unravel
The lives of very many other sort of folk
All believing in some other sort of a yolk
But that sort of analysis
Is only what police and criminals devices
Seem to propose in counterpoint harmonies posed
While the real truthful score
I will underline here belonging no less to us all
Is that when one good act
Improves in truth life for many
It also improves life for individuals
But that also is proven of course
That to improve in reality for
Just one man in time evermore
Improves for every man the total score
Of what life is really lived for
And to disbelieve this
Be in love and knowledge poor
But what was it all for
This time of eons long rain
In providence to the grain
That the nation state became
Might we find one day sore
That the haven for
Those whom live true only to shaytan
Has ever been the police station
Those houses which form
Termite mounds in your
Dreamtime proud and
Ant mound found
Never too poor
Be not the real
Parliament
Provided for
And to the bird brained
The feather’s fall
