Dreams
A poem by John Tomlinson
Well Telstra reached three dollars,
John Howard lay down and died.
I was tempted, I was tempted
but, I never cried.
The workers got fair wages,
bosses cheered with them.
I was tempted, I was tempted
to celebrate the win.
Refugees were welcomed,
Ruddock let them in,
I was tempted, I was tempted
to celebrate with them.
Aborigines got land justice,
jobs and hope at last
I was tempted, I was tempted
to put racism in the past.
The unemployed got good jobs
throughout this mighty land
I was tempted, I was tempted
to join the merry band.
Single parents and disabled
were given a helping hand.
I was tempted, I was tempted
at last to take a stand.
The homeless all found houses
landlords let them in,
I was tempted, I was tempted
to also welcome them.
When decency and justice
prevailed throughout the land.
I was tempted, I was tempted
to try and understand
why we’d put it off so long
ignoring weak, pampering strong,
why didn’t we right the wrong
including all as we march along.
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