A Poem by John Tomlinson©John Tomlinson 2007
I live in a land of the deaf where the one-eyed king is blind:
blind to the suffering of the original owners of country
blind to the erosion of hope and aspirations of workers
insightful of every opportunity to divide the nation
blind to the destructiveness of his racist ideology
blind to the lies he tells about African refugees
awake to opportunities his twisted mouth conveys
blind to the possibilities of a peaceful future
blind to the war crimes he commits in Iraq
sure sighted about the need for mutual obligation
blind to the needs of young unemployed people
blind to the fears of lone parents and their children
clear sighted about the ruthless greed in leafy suburbs
blind to the future possibilities for all humanity
blind even to his own indifference towards Indigenes.
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