Poetry is not my forte, but this poem by Frank Prem touched a nerve, a great big one. He calls it an angry poem. I call it truth. I resign too.
I have to introduce this poem a little, as some of the references have passed from active memory since 2002. I’ve popped in a few links if anyone would like some context.
This is an angry poem, and a distressed outburst. My country was in the throes of right wing conservatism, fear, cowardice, prejudice, injustice and much else that you will glean, should you read on.
Much has changed, but sadly, far too much has remained the same, only become more institutionalised, and in some cases (see Hanson below) come back for a second bite.
I’ve just re-read the piece and I’ve decided not to withdraw my resignation yet.
Language Warning. Please be aware before rewading that there are a couple of instances of PG language in this piece. As I said above, this is an angry poem.
are there no flowers in Australia?
well that cow Hanson was a passing…
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September 18th, 2016 at 12:29 pm
Meeks – thank you for the re-blog. I’ve since been visited by lovely folk all saying nice things about that tirade of mine, and I’m delighted that the piece resonates with readers, even after this lapse in time
Cheers,
Frank
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September 18th, 2016 at 5:52 pm
You’re welcome, Frank. The poem resonated with me too and I’m delighted that others found it as well. Sometimes anger is a good, healthy thing.
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September 17th, 2016 at 1:06 pm
What a poem. As I said as a comment on Frank’s blog, the distressing thing is that only the names and places have changed, not the values of our so-called leaders.
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September 17th, 2016 at 6:56 pm
Spot on, Anne. And the thing no one mentions is that through all this boat-people-phobia, we are spending an absolute fortune to turn our collective name into mud. 😦
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September 16th, 2016 at 7:46 pm
That is powerful.
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September 16th, 2016 at 9:58 pm
Yup. Wish I’d written it!
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