A Song Without Music

(because the world don't deserve music right now)

 

Until the world starts caring again

I'll take my leave in the bush

Until the world starts sharing again

I'll take my leave in the bush

 

Until the world stops killing

in the name of imaginary friends

Until the world stops hating

and starts making amends

 

I'll take my leave in the bush

 

Until the world stops fearing

the differently spoken stranger

Until the world stops seeing

darkness as imminent danger

 

I'll take my leave in the bush

 

Until the bombers stop bombing

Until the guns stop firing

Until people stop slashing faces

for being in the wrong places

 

I'll take my leave in the bush

 

Until the world starts caring again

Until the world starts loving again

I'll take my leave in the bush

 

Until people stop dying of starvation

Until people stop suffering of curable diseases

Until the world stops selling salvation

Until children stop washing up on beaches

 

Until...

 

D L Hume 3rd quarter 2016

 

 

 

 

How do you sleep at night

 

When you pass by but never stop

and quickly look the other way.

When your work pays well

but your heart is empty.

 

I wonder

How do you sleep at night

 

When you fear all that’s different

and hate all that’s foreign.

Except for your clothes and cars

and take away meals.

When you vote to sink boats

and detain the survivors.

 

I wonder

How do you sleep at night.

 

When you import cheap labour

to harvest your food

and deny them the rights

that are given to you.

When your country’s in drought

and you shower forever.

 

I wonder

How do you sleep at night

 

With your neo libertarian views

caring for only you.

With your blinkers

and lack of empathy.

With your investments

and pensions

locked inside

your gated community

 

I wonder

How do you sleep at night

 

When you consume

and consume

and keep on consuming

and give up on voting

because you don’t understand

and give up on caring

because outsiders don’t count

and give up on sharing.

 

I wonder

How do you sleep at night.

 

When you give up protesting

because it all gets to hard

and you give up fighting

to hold onto your job

and you give up believing

because it all gets confusing

And you give up debating

because google knows everything

 

How do sleep

when you rest your head on the pillow

How do you sleep

when you have no shadow,

 

I wonder

How does your spirit rest at night.

 

D L Hume 3th Quarter 2016

 

 

 

Lest We Regret

 

Away with your Anzacary

it's hangers on

and phony wars

Away with your ceremony

you flag waving

and chest thumping bores

 

Let it be with the grave of the last digger

Let it drift to legend like the knights templar

The crusades, black Monday and more

 

Lest we forget those that stood against

The oppression of human rights

objectors to violence

Those that died in the name of profit

At the hand of slum lords

In crumbling sweatshops

Lest we forget

 

Lest we regret

The sheep led to slaughter

And those that led.

The class that still leads.

Those trapped in poverty,

dysfunctional homes

gang mentality

 

Lest we forget

The generous imbursements

To the officer class

Who swallow the sovereign

to disperse their debt.

 

Lest we forget

deaths in custody

And deaths in country

When it was first invaded

It's people hounded and rounded

Up into inhuman conditions.

 

Away with your Anzacary

 

Lest we forget the convicts

Removed from their loved ones

For feeding their family

For the Irish and Scots

seeking independence

For those whose crime it was to be poor

shipped to the end of the world.

 

So once more

away with your Anzacary

Lest we regret the errors of history.

Lest we regret.

 

D L Hume 2nd Quarter 2017