This is a poem/song from my recently published book of poetry Songs for the Band Unformed. I was prompted to post it in response to the Turnbull government winning $24 bn worth of cuts to company tax (with the Government hoping for $26 bn more of cuts) by doing deals with the cross bench of Xenophon and Hanson, among others.
Articles from En Passant
The interim report of the Royal Commission into the Protection and Detention of Children in the Northern Territory is heading dangerously close to yet another ideological cul-de-sac.
As Martin Hirst says, among other things, in his wonderful article on rejoining the Canberra Press Gallery:
‘If I’m going back to Canberra, back to the Press Gallery and back into that depressing pit of ego, subterfuge and sucking up that is our Federal Parliament, I’m doing it for only one reason: To expose what goes on behind the curtain; not to be complicit in ensuring only the approved messages and approved images get past the gate-keepers.
Any debate about free speech in our society is really about free speech for the ruling class, I write in Independent Australia
As Unions Australia say:
When corporate power and greed is so out of control.
When union members are hounded by a spiteful government.
When our pay is cut and our safety net torn apart.
When workers are dying.
I can no longer be outgoing,
I am retreating from the world,
Knowing its horrors
Forces me within
Are they outside or in?
The empathy that kills, kills
The love that loves does, too
The drunken haze of other days
Returns, without the drink
This is for you
That makes me think
Euripides was right
Not light, but night
Like a poem for a friend