An open letter to the Australian Labor Party: A poem 

I couldn’t have been more unawares 

between fish and moon 

But even conjecture, sometimes, makes you suspect the spoon 

There is a light within me that solidifies my strength 

You can deceive me, but not for too long a length 

I can count all the stars in the sky 

but not those assigned to you 

Do you know that dark matter is stealthy, 

but antimatter is destructive? 

I have come from the beginnings, I know what to unleash  

I am so certain that you are only a shadow of what you preach! 

I will no longer draw the circumference 

to protect you from the depths 

You can align with treachery for the moment 

and believe you can win 

But you barely have the wisdom 

to reflect that you have consigned yourselves to eternal doom 

I am not your labourer, even though it was my blood and sweat 

Dignity is in not asking a penny from the thieves’ debt 

I only desire to save deserving souls, I neither forgive nor forget 

You must know I have no respect for you; you were only conspiringly selfishly adept

Justice takes its time. Patience is no crime. But it is you all who are desperate! 

I think your idea of Leftist democracy has really passed its time 

All your subsequent crimes against me will not break my bones 

For I am calm with the knowledge that it is you who owe me the loans 

But I am not going to keep repeating though you must know this: 

that all of you will have no redemption with your chess-play, you are reserved for the eternal abyss 

Just none of you dare fantasise that you will get a taste of God’s tea! 

I have such an immortality that defeat cannot empty!