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FARMS, NOT MINES!

 

FARMS, NOT MINES!

 

 

I’m writing down the page

So keep up

It might move quickly

It’s no doubt the wine

Music of Dionysius

The god of the dance

But where kids?

Does the wine come from?

That’s right

Farmers

The winemakers

Have HIPSTERIZED their process

Because evidently

Farmers are not SEXY enough

But the people

That grow the wine

Are the same people

That grew

Your breakfast

Your lunch

& what keeps you

Going

During the day:

Tonight’s dinner

Or what used to be called

“Tea”

Everything that goes

Into your mouth

Apart from

A a genital

Comes

Thanks to farmers!

When I lived in the city

I didn’t really GET this

FOOD COMES FROM FARMERS!

 

Now

Getting away from kindergarten for a minute

Sorry POST-DOCTORAL

Coz nobody in the literati or Th’Arts is talking about it!

When was the last time

Anyone in the city talked about food processes

Other than that the ingredients are a given

How much you paying for olive oil at the moment?

 

Anyway

Getting away from the point

ADARNI & other mining companies ARE KILLING US!

& Australia

Which under Gilliard

Was being trumped

As a food bowl for Asia

Is under this new Labor

Moving backwards towards

Mining

 

As I say

The world is facing

A GLOBAL FOOD SECURITY CRISIS

Hence

This

Is

The GRAVEST

EXISTENTIAL THREAT

FACING

HUMANITY

 

Still

NO ONE is talking about it

 

Farming

Is off the table

Because teenage vegans

Have finally discovered

That you’ve got

To TAKE

Something

To MAKE something

You know

Basic

Chemistry

& because they don’t

Like this unsavoury

Reality

Food

Is not discussed

You know

They don’t have to

Feed a family

They get pocket money

To buy

Lord of the Fries

While they’re young enough

Not to get obese

 

Anyway

I laboured that point

 

Just saying

No one’s talking farmers

Only supermarkets

Like that’s where

Food is made

 

I drifted (forgive me)

The blackbird

Outside is telling me I’m getting messy

 

I’m NEW to this issue

Bizarrely

As I’ve eaten

For every day

In my 53 years

 

THANKS to the

FARMERS!

 

NOW

WHAT DO WE WANT

FOR THIS COUNTRY?

 

The hipsters

Are only interested

In mining

When it effects Aboriginal issues

As a touchy-feely thing

 

I must rejoinder:

IT’S AN EXISTENTIAL THING!

YOU CAN’T EAT POWER!

THIS QUESTION EFFECTS ALL AUSTRALIANS

& PEOPLE OF THE WORLD!

ABORIGINAL

SETTLER

THE WHOLE FUCKIN

LOT OF US

 

WE NEED FARMS

& SACRED SITES PROTECTED

 

NOT MORE MINES!

 

HIPSTER LEFT

STOP DIVIDING THE ISSUE

NO FOOD = DIE!

 

FOOD SECURITY IS A GLOBAL ISSUE

IT EFFECTS

EVERYONE

 

It’s what I tried

To teach my Geography students

But many schools in Victoria

Don’t teach

Geography

Beyond Year 7

 

WHICH IS WHY

THIS COUNTRY’S OUT OF TOUCH

 

CULTURE WARS

MEAN NOTHING

IF YOU

CANNOT

EAT!

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.

 

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