Poem Dedicated to the Abbott Government


A child wakes upon the world,

And soon thinks upon its fate.

Will it endure a tortured life,

Or else enjoy one simply great.

For years it has little control,

Blindly relishing what it ate.

Then wakes adult as if anew,

In a world whose hour is late.

 

Powers that be have indulged,

In misdeeds that sure do grate.

So it flexes its muscles,

Its strength it does rate.

It stamps righteous hooves,

Exhales anger at the gate.

And charges into the field,

Its mood foul and irate.

 

To discover a world,

Long sold by the state.

This photo was taken in downtown Las Vegas, which provides a contrast relevant to the poem

This photo was taken in downtown Las Vegas, which provides a contrast relevant to the poem.  Can’t say I’m sure exactly about what they were protesting, but I believe it had something to do with pay standards for the city’s hospitality workers – of which I probably rightly assume in that city there are many

 

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