Today, we have blaming of victims. Yesterday,
We had white xenophobia. And tomorrow morning
We will have what to do with the aged. But today,
Today we have blaming of victims. Banksia
Breaks into bloom outside the run for profit facility.
And today we have blaming of victims.
This is the detention centre. This
Is what we all wanted, and whose use we will see
When we get our turn later. And this is the voice of conscience
To which in our case we will not listen. The blossoms
Outside the compound are silent harbingers of a season
of goodwill
Which in our case we have not got.
This is the torrent of drivel, which is always released
With a flick to the talk-back station. Please do not let me
See anyone giving it the finger. You could do it very simply
If you had any human feeling in you. The graceful cylindrical stalks
Have to be closely watched, in case anyone should see
Any of them giving the finger.
And this you can see is the detainee, the purpose of which
Is to widen the breach, as you know. We can slide the detainee
Rapidly back and forth under the carpet: we call this
Easing the conscience. And rapidly backwards and forwards
The treecreepers are assaulting the pollen like shockjocks
Who call assaults easing the conscience.
They call it easing the conscience. It is a doddle
If you have any xenophobia in you, unlike the soul
And the spirit, intelligence and a sense of balance
Which in our case we have not got; and the giant candles
Silently blaze in the parks and the victims going backwards
For today we have blaming of victims.
