Bora born

The rodent's tea party _

An animal farm in Sydney town, for
heads of state with surplus deals of their own
the city of choice diced up into zones
by nameless cops who bring you to tears.

Thank God they're kept inside a steel fence, to
protect you from monsters who won't relent
as paradymes of conquest reinvent
your rights to life while they feed off your fears.

Democracy the ideal they slip inside
a viral dependence all try to hide
with phantoms of conscience in smiles that lie
inside silly skins kept dry as a bone.

The chasers war on everything, opened
holes in security without trying
with a Canadian flag motoring
to the hotel where the SS suits stayed.

Such a waste life's so close to the bone
we've let them out, they've been freed to roam, to
rape lesser nations with brands of their own
those terror wars' real need for recycling.


- O -

© sept 2007 _ Nhawrr yirrpa



zoned off behind a 5 klm steel 2 M high fence,
in the heart of the business centre of the city
$300 million was spent on the 3 day event. Police violence was brutal
and indiscriminate, yet the Chasers ( Oz comics ) were able to penetrate two security check points
in their own motor cade flying a canadian flag. The game was up when they finally stopped
at the hotel bush was staying at and stepped from the limo dressed up as osama bin laden.
What a hoot!>


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