Tag Archives: oppression


Abbott pronounces
Aboriginal homelands
Are a lifestyle choice
And all services will be closed
Acquirement of land title pivotal
Abbott bludgeons
Aboriginal voices,protest
All too easily swept aside
Aboriginal representation
As history repeats has no place
Abbott fortifies
Australia remains terra nullius
A white multicultural homeland
And an approximation of democracy


World at War (haiku + commentary)

Man hasn’t evolved
Primal thirst for blood still there
The world is at war.
American police militarised, tanks and weapons aimed at citizens;
black and unarmed easy targets, easy excuses for those prejudiced.
IS political group a wanna be Islamic state slaughter innocent Syrians;
no more in the name of Allah than the Taliban oppressors.
Israel’s genocidal intentions target children no remorse, no cease fire;
buttressed by the notion of a war on terror and those who supply the arms.
MH17 wrong plane, wrong time, wrong place;
murderous Ukraine actions sanctioned by international law.
The madness isn’t just somewhere else.


Australian government blue ties applaud;
You have a right to be a bigot, it’s our foreign policy
Racial vilification is a freedom of speech not! discriminaton
Womyn’s fertility rights are cancer forming
Homosexuality is putrid like smoking
The poor don’t need to drive, Joe can prove it
Yesterdays entitlement is over tomorrows privilege has begun
Don’t talk about global warming focus on global cold
VLAD law erases our civil rights our liberty.


Some days I feel what is going on around the world and here at home too much to cope with, the violence, hatred and deceit is overwhelming. I feel completely powerless to stop what is happening. I want to turn every portal off that would inform me of world affairs, I want to cocoon myself creating a safe happy sterile world where nothing harmful can touch me. It would be very easy to do this and completely understandable, however it would also be a cop out.  To be able to block the madness out is a privilege those who endure the violence simply don’t have. To cocoon would be to say I don’t care, don’t give a damn about you or how you feel, how I feel is far more important. This may sound somewhat simplistic but it’s the reality. So I keep listening and watching and feeling the pain for those I will never meet and I will keep voicing my thoughts to add to a growing global concern.




Words said and words never released
Have inscribed my body since a girl
Confused and scared
Too young to understand
My mind became a sweet cage
My body a canvas

Teach your children well
To covert thyne fear
And set adrift their mind and soul
Searching to redeem trust
Endlessly through life

The scourge of the Secret
Hurts deeply
Assaulting those we love
Without knowing, or caring
Slowly murdering humanity


Door Maker

Standing looking at the door

All is not what it appears
Brissly doormat acts in response to the soul
Crushed and broken with constant tread
A coat of varnish hides the fine cracks

On the inside the door is worn down
The cracks are pronounced quail
Long sadness trapped within
Seeking to be set free

Access is only from the outside
made by a different hand
There is no handle on the inside
 This door was made to closet
One side oppression the other sanctuary
Access was made to be functional

Happiness and contentment
Is in the crafting of a handle from within
The hand trembles, slowly turning
Not knowing what is on the other side.

Luvbeingadyke April 2012


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