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Hey!

Hey!

Enough misery gutsing

& apocalyptic shite

People

Make a comedy

Netflix

Get real

Dutton/Morrison,

Stop throwing stones

At a million man army

In my name

I don’t wish to be

Represented this way

Billionaires in Monaco

Playing games

With our lives

Politicians both sides

In the pockets of mining companies

& multinationals

Who escape taxpaying

For destroying our planet

OUR planet

Not theirs

Because if you

Abuse a living thing

You give up the right

To possess it

(I’m not even starting on questions

Of possessing

Living things

It’s a no brainer.)

I find you and your

Government of swindlers

& liars

Delegitimised

You incite

Hatred & division

This dangerous

Course

Has no place

In a peace loving nation

& if you don’t love peace

Then

“Go directly to jail”

This monopoly game

We need

Peace loving

People

To lead

Us

Out of

The nightmare

Of history

Forwards

Towards

Truly

Representative

Democracy

& an international

Community

United

In healing

The suffering

Of

The majority…

 

©Malachi Doyle 2021.




 

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