I’ll be on hand

I was just getting somewhere

In the interior world

Then the politicians decided to take a dump from a height

I don’t wanna write political verse

But now it’s unavoidable

As the thugs break up the peace of parents & children in the park

We rarely are allowed to make progress

We get maybe a 6 month period every decade or 2

I was speaking with the bushes in my backyard

& conversing with the insects & the sky

The very large & the very small

Before war was declared

& let’s face it we’ve outgrown our weapons

We can’t have wars anymore

Still the uber rich sponsor them

Throughout the disadvantaged world

You see it’s distancing me from the spirit

I must fight

But like most at the minute

I’m tired

Less you’re on the methamphetamines like the elite’s mercenaries

Man, when will we practice healing again?

While the bombs sound around our homes

The reason why the middle class

Have fled the cities for safety in obscurity

I didn’t come to the country for that reason

Now the lifeboats are full

& their prices inflated beyond my means

But I’m glad to be going home

If the bomb goes off

I’ll be on hand

Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words