Moles Vent

For Margo MacGregor, From Moffat to Skye

She woke from a dream of a grand woolly coo
shaking her shape on the faraway hill
betwixt-n-between the slow and the still,
the great bulk of her answering “Yes” in her moo,
for what brave-hearted Scotland moost noo choose tae do
which wasa’nae like some other coos she well knew –
who, boasting less cheery of heart and of mind,
are inclined tae align, midst the hue and the cry,
with the overlycautious,
tae be force-fed to their eyeballs on fear thickened glaucous,
then readily led blind, by the blind,
on a bleatin’ retreat from the Highlander Line.

And who judges this but a stranger in Paradise,
wishin a ‘Yes’ vote’s by far the best vote
and ‘Naw’ be ‘Naw’ for never-more leastwise
than what finds its quota noted on your next page,
opening: “This Nation, ancient, true, and fair,
is here delivered on the dawn of this new day
to settle rebel hearts at last and bless us all
whose light of love has ever led the way…”?

September 18, 2014

 

Scott Morrison’s maiden speech in Parliament, 2008:
“From my faith I derive the values of loving kindness, justice and righteousness, to act with compassion and kindness, acknowledging our common humanity and to consider the welfare of others; to fight for a fair go for everyone to fulfil their human potential and to remove whatever unjust obstacles stand in their way … Desmond Tutu put it this way: ‘We expect Christians … to stand up for the truth, to stand up for justice, to stand on the side of the poor and the hungry, the homeless and the naked, and when that happens, then Christians will be trustworthy believable witnesses.’

 

No Matter of Particular Significance to Report

Great Scott Morrison Morrison
Member for Cook, elect,
stood up in the House
and roared like a mouse
about who he was there to protect.
’cause Great Scott Morrison Morrison,
sang the proper Sunday-School song
that gets Liberals elected,
then fully protected
when forgetting their right
from their wrong.

Now Great Scott Morrison Morrison
was a-nod and a-wink with The Man
who was guaranteed votes
if he towed all the boats
out of reach of his Wide Brown Land –
which Great Scott Morrison Morrison
agreed with The Man, was his Mission,
for what job is more moral,
at each end of the quarrel,
than progressing electoral position?

Too many people arriving by boat;
too many dying at sea.
The Member for Cook
thumbed thru his Good Book
and declared himself morally free:
“For all the great trust that the voters of Cook
have solemnly placed in me” said he,
“I will bring down the number
of deaths that encumber
the names of the Good Refugee.”

“The Good Refugee waits his turn in the queue.
The Good Refugee is polite.
Each refugee I’ve ever met
is eternally grateful for what he can get,
if he wants me to treat him all right.
What good refugee gets on a boat,
with his wife and his kids, that leaks?
What made him think
that that boat wouldn’t sink
out there on the ocean for weeks?”

So our Great Scott, now Minister Morrison,
holds his good Christian nerve steady.
He reports no distress
when he meets with The Press
at the end of each week, when he’s ready.
Then he tells them all more of the less the better
since The Forces are armed with his orders
that no matter on sea
bears transparency
while Martial Law governs our borders

and anywhere else in Great Scott’s jurisdiction,
for the Minister’s totally driven
to turn back the tide on illegal survivals
by saving their lives before their arrivals
onshore where no tittle or jot will be given
by any elector of Cook, or descending,
to possibly sharing
an impulse for caring
sufficient to stop Scott’s pretending
he’s doing a job
approved by his God
when each life he saves
is consigned so bitter an ending