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THE COLD WINDS OF CHANGE

Poetry By: Philip Roberts
Literary fiction



About the evils of political correctness - virtually a religion in Australia now, very few Aussies can think for themselves.


Submitted:Feb 3, 2011    Reads: 30    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


The cold winds of change
Are blowing through
Melbourne Town,
Old values such as truth and justice
Are rapidly being torn down.

The icy breath of corruption
In
Canberra where the Feds hang out,
Has guaranteed that democracy
Is no longer there about.

For the cold wind of fascism
Has taken
Canberra by storm,
Like Jews who lost loved ones in the Holocaust
The good can only mourn.

For democracy has been frozen out
Justice now is truly gone,
And no-one dares to speak out
Because of what's been done:

When Pauline dared to speak her mind
They pelted her with bricks and stones,
So no-one dares to rebel now
Because the penalty is known.

With the tacit blessing of the state police
Rebels can be stoned to death,
And so we keep silent or have to lie
Pretending to support
Canberra till our final breath.

THE END
© Copyright 2011
Philip Roberts,
Melbourne, Australia





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