Doesn’t Albanese think he should resign?: A poem 

Doesn’t Albanese think he, in shame, should resign? 

Did he think I was not equal to his treacherous design? 

But I have only done my duty and been patiently sublime 

I did not even ask for Lablour’s bread, even if it came with wine 

My poor beautiful Mother; how, for her, I cried 

They tried to checkmate me by monopolising her; how could my love have died? 

I breathe loyalty to the truth; even if my love and justice are denied 

And you opportunists must know, it is your opportunism, not my love, I defied 

Can you not all see that the evil (like Prakash Saint Paul) are never greater than God’s plan? 

There are ideals that will never be honoured by bodygrabbing fishy man 

I have dared the plots, against me, with the mightiest, even those with Uncle Sam 

And Albanese won’t resign; he conveniently calls the Whitlam episode a sham!