A brief missive to the worst Prime Minister in the history of Australia (AA)!: A poem  

I claw the fields of the night, fast in flight, 

those pictograms shafting through the clouds 

and the wonder of ideas and words beading 

on a long, illustrious chain. Sometimes, 

in the sunlight of day, the verdict of my fusilade are only  

flowers that leave their fragrance on the page. 

I never revealed the spectrum of my soul, 

it was made more profound with the stigmata  

of the ages. There is a love that is lost,  

a paradise somewhere between seeking and  

finding; and how long does it take to seek 

and find; when it is withheld from me by evil  

forces? But I am resilient, as if my patient wisdom  

is so well-defined that it leaves me with a premature  

revelry, if not a pride in my sincere sacrifice! My generosity  

stuck with me despite the urge for outright revenge because of the expansive 

selfishness done to me by others! And I held out, even as my 

persistence at not forgiving, causes the same evil to 

up the ante of its treachery against me in its desperation! 

And I am never daunted, that there is more  

than one player attempting to checkmate me, and treason me! 

And must I ask: who manipulated my maid-cleaner to defraud me? 

Who was behind the fire in my apartment block, so that 

I had to exit it untimely? Who was behind my doormat being  

stolen and my mother’s wheelchair and other stuff from 

my apartment cage being burgled? And who was behind the cockroaches  

being let loose in the drains of my apartment block, 

so that they would crawl their way up to my flat? Really, I have tolerated, 

but don’t deceive yourself that I am ignorant. Take a bow  

most disgusting Prime Minister Of Australia! You tried to trap me most wickedly  

with the Yes Vote! Not to mention all the subsequent attempts by you to demean me! 

Remember Kane of Each wanting to get my poems published (for your leverage, not mine)? 

Do you have any shame, conscience, and guilt? Do you find yourself sleeping  at night  

in honesty? Or do you persevere that your cunning is your gumption? 

And must you perform your shady morphing, bodygrabbing, and hipswaying 

to gain undeserved leverage, as also illegitimately capitalise on my actions and words? 

As also feeling no culpability at using my true love against me?  

And your most reprehensible treachery against me continuing even now,  

along with a hideous hypocrisy and conspiracy without any remorse, so that  

you get your evil lease of life and survival! How do the (undeserved) two terms you  

begat from my involuntary but dutiful kindness resonate on your conscience!  

Or do you just condone your ignoble deplorable faggotty, eunuchy self because of your absence 

of ethical substance?! Don’t you think you deserve to be pilloried  

for acting in smooth connivance with that ultimation of evil, 

Jaiprakash Shetty, (that you both undertook to defraud me)? 

Are  you ever haunted by your guilt; Or only with the fear that your crimes will catch up on you? 

So, you keep continuing your evil exclusion from comeuppance, because nobody else  

knows the heinous truth about you besides me, and you just won’t admit or confess it publicly?  

I must let you know, that it is not only my pen that is my sword! 

You should know from me that the power of my eternal sacrifice can invoke 

such damnation and curse on my adversaries, that it can cast them 

into the everlasting oblivion of the most abysmal depths!    

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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