The political leaders and the richest men, funding both sides of the war, so who  will win? Them, 

the ones controlling us like pawns, while the wars of the world are raging on.

So what do they gain since they already have it all? They watch as the population gauge quickly

falls. Sneak poison in our foods and disease in our water supply. Soon we'll start dying and not even

know how or why? There is no reason, just corruption and madness. Just another day in the life of a 

fascist. Brainwashing by the media, entertainment and TV screens. Making money off the poor mens blood 

while the rich never bleed. We sing songs of heartfelt compassion and unconditional love. While greedy,

evil men hate all of the above. Hell they even hate below, to the right and to the left. They even hate

themselves, that's why they create this mess. Misery loves company and they have none. Just money, fame

fortune, but at least they're slaves to no one. It must be nice being rich and free. Everytime we rest our head

they have another trick up their sleeve. Did you watch the news? Did you see the new death toll?

Do they have you where they want you? Total control. Don't rely on your government for everything.

Because then what would you have without them? Nothing. That's what they want, total domination.

Kings and Queens of ONE bullshit sovereign nation. Blood soaked hands hidden with lies and secrets.

Begging the masses to "Please believe us". Well we caught them more than once, lying to us and hiding

the truth. "All for one and one for all" is what they say, but there's no proof. Just pretend elections

for their fun and amusement. They know who's going to win, that's why they do it. Just another laugh 

in a book of evil fun. For they do control the bookmark, when the day is done. Plot, hidden. Antagonist, them.

Protagonist, us. Take the power back, IN GOD WE TRUST. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I suppose this should have been a "prose".

Sorry about that.

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Pardon for our Crimes


Don’t tell us what to say; we know what to do,


Voting for a criminal to slide in snake boots,


Your hissing and reprobation makes to silence debate,


No offering for a solution,


Creating problems, dressed in the art of rhetoric.


The word is that the war is left with right,


I’m ambidextrous and ambivalent,


With a mouth sewn shut, so I start a bonfire.




No lies can derail us,


A puppet’s wires spun, and spun.


Convince us of your reason; cannibals of national pride.


We work until our tendons become unravelled,


Victims of legislation, but our rights are read to us, forced to abide,


We seek shelter, but you offer a mass-produced following,


Your factory is industrial; we escape on digital enterprise,


The truth is what is mine is yours;


A criminal in a suit profits more that you, or I.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Old world poltics are falling apart. Left VS Right no longer applies - people's minds have expanded, information increased widespread. They're not serving their country, just wrestling to get back control.

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Election Bingo 2013

 Election Bingo 2013


The election is coming roundabout

It’s time for us to sort it out

With lies and snipes and promised gold

The game is on for young and old


With three old parties from the past

They all deserve to run dead last

It is our lives with which they play

It’s way past time we had our say


Our paradise you give away

To foreign interests day by day

We dig it up and ship it off

The mining rich at us you scoff


To share the wealth it is a crime

Our men have died to give you time

You pay no tax, you keep it all

Your house of greed in time will fall


And the “Retail Giants” don’t help out

They’ve bashed the farmers all about

Crushed small business all to dust

They need a future, that’s a must


The greedy banks we have today,

Are running wild and boy we pay

We’ve bailed them out, we’ve kept them rich

They won’t help us when life’s a bitch


We’ve paid to keep the car mob’s growing

Building cars that won’t keep going

No hybrids here, just petrol tanks

It’s all because they’re run by yanks


The CSG crowd came to town

Clean and green all up and down

They’ll take the cash then do the bolt

They’ve done it before, now who’s at fault?


In the shadows lurk the “Nuclear Rats”

Trading in lies while living on the fat

Uranium should be left in the ground

It’s our children’s future we can’t let them down


And let’s not leave the media out

On all issues they’ve too much clout

They twist and beat the facts around

Until we can’t tell up from down


Their views are skewed by self interest

They always show their horse as best

The common goods not their concern

It’s all for them, the rest can burn


We’ve let the pollies bow to all these

They’ve brought our families to their knees

It’s time for us to nail them down

Before they shoot thru out of town


Now Tony Abbott says he knows

He’ll show us how to, just say “no”

It seems that where he wants to be

Is back in 1963


He says that when he gets the votes

He’ll show us how to stop the boats

They’re human lives he’s talking about

But does he care, I have some doubt


He’ll cut from health, he’ll cut from schools

There are no complaints from old sick fools

He wants to change back all they’ve done

We’ve paid for it once, the waste has begun


Turnbull, Hockey, wait in the wings

They both dream of bigger things

Julie Bishop’s “Death Ray Stare”

You know what’s coming, best take care


Bob Katter has a lot to say

But only if you’re straight, not gay

Gay marriage rights are settled here

They’re human rights, it’s crystal clear


Barnaby Joyce wears a different hat

He still thinks that the world is flat

He wants it like the way it was

No future for the kids of Oz



Clive Palmer’s jumped into the ring

And is going to fix up everything

He’ll put Australia up on blocks

Then cut it up and sell it off


A ship from history he wants to build

Foreign workers used cause we’re not skilled

Why not plant the seed in our own soil

Reward our country for your dreams toil


He throws eggs from the far cheap seats

And tells us all the ones he’ll beat

Pride always cometh before the fall

Success or regret, it’s too close to call


An “Angry” man has joined the fray

His former life he’s gave away

A trip in a boat has changed his mind

A solution for this he wants to find


He used to be a wild young rocker

His ride in Canberra could be a shocker

He can’t run rough over the people down there

He’s a much better chance of growing long hair


Julia says she has a plan

She’ll move us forward, every man

But the party can’t decide who’ll lead

While they all fight, we all bleed



Ruddy started out alright

Insulation, school buildings, solar light

But people are afraid to change

In 20 years who will we blame?


Warm houses powered by the sun

Our hi speed cable will be fun

Our country now should lead the way

We’ve got it all, and we can pay



Christine, Adam, Sarah Young

The Greens are aiming for the sun

But to change it all within a day

You have to learn the way to play


You have to teach, you have to show

Don’t go too fast, just go slow

The big three have maligned you all

Australia now should hear your call


And wise and old Nick Xenophon

It’s just a shame he’s only one

He stands up and he stands up tall

He’s the only one with balls


He talks with calm, he talks with sense

He just won’t sit up on the fence

He tackles tough, he plays the ball

He fights for one, he fights for all


The barrel rolls and the numbers drop

The decisions made we have to cop

Democracy is not an ego game

Our apathy now is our future shame


It’s time to speak up, have your say

Black or white, straight or gay

Our future now is in on the brink

Don’t let it all wash down the sink



So there’s your choices, have a pick

Some are good, some are thick

But just remember when you vote

One day we might be on the boat.



This work is copyright. Apart from any use permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced by any process, nor may any other exclusive right be exercised, without the permission of Neville John Gourley, 2 Sarah Court, Capalaba, Queensland 4157, and dated 02-05-2013.

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Flags, Suits, Guns, People

The Suits made a Flag for People

and People like the Flag.


The Suits made Guns for People

to kill other People for the Flag.


People do it for the Flag

that the Suits made for People.


The Suits like People who take the Gun

to kill other People for the Flag.


The Suits do not like People who 

do not like the Flag

that the Suits made for People.


The Suits hate People who do not like the Suits.


People do not like Guns

People like Guns


People like the Flag.


People that like the Flag do not like people

who do not like the Flag.


People that like the Flag do not like people

who do not like the Suits.


People that like the Flag and the Suits do 

whatever the Suits tell them for the Flag.


People that like the Flag assume the Suits

also like the Flag.


The Suits tell all People they like the Flag.


The Suits tell People to use Guns to kill other People

for the Flag.


The Flag niether likes nor dislikes People or the Suits.


The Flag can be replaced with Money.


Digital Industrial

Hammer to the bone,

Pain to make the heart beat slow.

There’s diamonds in the water,

Drinking sorrow with a bittersweet grin:

There’s so much effort put into hate.


Tomorrow rests on a hazy sunrise,

What is to become of resurrected, buried lies?

We sewed our eyelids to the warning,

Forgetting the echoes of careless whispers,

Withdrawing into a false sense of security.


Break the cycle,

Burn the trail,

Systematic slave on labour’s golden wheel;

Giving heart to a brainless machine,

Apathetic and lethargic:

Not programmed for reality.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

It's a revolution

War Machine

Throwing away pennies as the hustler goes in retreat,

The voice is but an echo of what was once thought,

No soul can bend the guiding star, though not for a lack of trying.

We bury the dead until they have risen to the surface,

Just another resource, product and bought.


Freedom is an exemption from what we are told to believe,

Tightly packed mannequins fed with money and fear.

The fires are spreading, directed by blame,

Blissfully unaware that they will return again,

Sealing the fate of each broken man.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

History repeats, programmed to destroy and kill.


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Trial by Media

Mourning for a loss long gone,
The shadows collect dust.
While progress stagnates a nation;
Holding its breath under water,
Too afraid to rise and inhale,
They’re going under.

No circumstances can revoke the true calling,
Born to power, though none have fared to be the example.
A pedestal crumbling at its very foundation,
Old world opinion dressed in new linen.
The pirates and plunderers are now completely grounded,
With man-made rules trapping their exploitations.

No facts will remain, but the scandal’s a winner,
No need for the lynching when there’s a trial by media.
Watch the fall of an empire by satellite,
With a television screen and blotted rag paper.

The Promised Land

Promised Land?

(To paraphrase Mark Twain,
Americans are a mix of ignorance
and arrogance.)


Americans are “amazing”.
(Yes, that is satirical.)
Americans think that a repeated phrase
is the truth.
So, let’s all say together:
“Hope we can believe in”
“Yes we can”
“Weapons of mass destruction”
“We don’t torture”
“Iran is a menace”
“We can be proud to be Americans again”.
Yep, truly amazing.
Americans believe a historic event
is all that is needed
to reach the “promised land”.


Did they actually listen to what he said?
Or were they blinded by the light
and their fear of the right.
His promise of hope:
More troops to Afghanistan
to fight the “good war”
“All options are on the table”
War criminals are praised, called “heroes”.
But wait, I forgot
we must have dialogue with fascists,
reach common ground
and yes, forgive-
My Lai
napalm from the sky
endless war for empire.
Anything, we must be safe.


Oh yes America
just keep repeating to yourself,
“Welcome to the promised land”
“Welcome to the promised land”
“Welcome to the promised land”.
it must be true.

~~redzone 11.9.08

Author's Notes/Comments: 

True four years ago, truer still today. Support either and you get a world full of pain.

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"The Crack Baby Blues"

I sing "The Crack Baby Blues" with an invisible choir,
sharing "notes" of reckless desire.
We formed an alliance in 84',
but when 85' hit,
you abruptly became the streets biggest "Hit".
No longer a secret,
you depleted families,
that were once considered complete.
Once considered unique.

Visiting us from a foreign land,
your arrival was not by chance,
or an accident.
A Government experiment gone wrong,
this song has a deadly "Remix".
A "Fix" that weakened an entire generation.
This Nation,
prompted another Civil War.
Ghetto Poems,
scream echoes of pain,
that flow through the veins of addicts.
I sing "The Crack Baby Blues".
Yellow brick roads of tragic addictions.
Lives that once mimicked art,
now a beautiful picture departed.

Ten minutes of Euphoria,
transform bright souls,
into "Night Of The Living Baseheads".
The poor hide from life's mirrors,
leaving their souls faceless.
I sing "The Crack Baby Blues".
Harmonizing in pain,
psychosis becomes a reality.
are shared with the audience.
They clap in unison.
Numerous "Fatalities"

People yearn for an "Encore".
The "Fiends" shake for more.
I sing "The Crack Baby Blues" with a tear.
Each year,
we're told to forget about this era.
Rich Americans,
exit the auditorium together,
"humming" enough time has passed,
this is no excuse for poverty and crime.
Tell that to Ronald Reagan and Oliver North,
while young men and woman continue dying,
or being sent up North.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The 1980's

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