Bland On Bland – Higher Power

The theme for this week’s JVG Radio Method poem is “Higher Power“.

Officially this weeks theme is ” Songs with prominent exclamation directed to a higher power…” Really Jon? I mean that’s halfway to a haiku all by itself.

The moment I read Jon’s email a voice began chanting ‘Canberra’.

Most of you would have heard of Canberra. It used to be the seat of government in Australia before it was hijacked by self-serving autocrats who believe the minority speak for the majority.

Democracy?

Ed Bates provided the guitar backing, have a listen to how it went below…

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Higher Power

Dear God, why do you punish us? I’m not referring to the drought
It’s these dickheads up in Canberra; can’t you sort them out?

The Liberals are imploding; as united as Cain and Abel
They’re making Italy’s parliament look relatively stable

Small ‘L’s’ and conservatives can’t seem to agree anymore
As with Howard’s views on promises; some values appear non-core

The right wing of the party refuses to call it quits
As for what the voters want, the right don’t give two shits

They were stung by marriage equality: Non-binding plebiscites
We already have a democracy; who needs equal rights?

The right want things done their way; who cares about the nation?
Bullying? Turn it down, it’s more involuntary persuasion

Female MP’s bailing out: they weren’t that hard to coax
Replace them with more robust types; that’s Liberal speak for ‘blokes’

Shouldn’t be in the kitchen if they can’t stand the heat
So said Fierravanti Wells: she’s not giving up her seat

Bully them out of parliament; the old quid pro quo
Shouldn’t be in the kitchen? Seems that’s where you want them to go

Quotas? PC garbage; the Libs encourage women to stand
They’re welcomed at pre-selection; as long as they lose to a man

Tony says he’s sticking round; of that he makes no bones
Along with the party’s leaders; Ray Hadley and Alan Jones

The ‘broad church’ as Howard called it; is looking less and less
It’s now about as broad as a column in the Murdoch Press

So do us all a favour God, pull them into line
Not talking plague or pestilence; a subtle little sign

Hit them with a bolt from the blue; that ought to lay them flat
That’s a lightning bolt, not Andrew; God no-one deserves that

© Copyright 2018 Ian Bland

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