Hush, calm,
go back to sleep.
Rest easy, now.
Don’t make a peep.
Shut your eyes.
Don’t listen as well.
They will keep watch for you.
You can trust them, time will tell.
Work at your jobs
and live you lives.
Focus n’your corner,
don’t check the archives.
Think about the sweet
and the pure.
Remember, it’s prettier
when you’re demure.
So, smile!
Flash your teeth.
Live on the surface,
don’t go beneath.
Because you can work
even while you’re asleep,
dreaming of our proud land
and the promises they’ll keep.
Because they have your back.
Trust them, they know.
Stay quiet, Australia.
And keep your head low.
Accept the lies
told with pretty little phrases.
Remember it’s not climate change
that caused all those blazes.
‘Jobs and growth’,
your voice is your votes
and when you are silent
we can, ‘Stop the boats’.
See, hush, Australia.
Go back to sleep.
They know best.
Trust them, don’t make a peep.
For your words fall on ears,
that only respect money
and the private sector
has far more of that, honey.
They spend millions of dollars
moulding our laws,
making you think;
it’s aligned with your cause.
They are very good
at defending their objective.
Advertising is tricky
it can be too effective.
The truth is something
that we’ve lost somehow.
Look at this world
that we’re living in now.
So really, Australia.
Go back to sleep.
What’s the point
of waking up this week?
You’re privacy rights
have sailed away
on a boat called;
It’s better this way
For the most important thing
is ‘the national interest’.
But they understand this more
so, go back to Pinterest.
They’ll raid the people
who are our ‘Fourth Estate’
and put the truth
locked in checkmate.
But you can trust them, you know.
Go back to your dreams,
Manus is too far
to hear those screams.
The rights of us all
are not embossed with care.
They deny movement,
what’s next? Beware.
Yes, hush now, Australia,
Go back to sleep.
Lean into your bubble.
Curl up. Calm, keep.
Don’t carry on
like those warriors of woes
who yell out ‘injustice!’
to all of their foes.
For how dare they disrupt
the wealthy in dress
throwing money at those
animals in distress.
See hush, Australia.
Why talk now?
You said nothing so far,
don’t become highbrow.
For we’re a nation
of workers; hard. Tough. Silent.
So, close all the doors
and ignore the violent.
We know, there are women
at home in their fear,
controlled by a man
whose breath smells of beer.
The resources given
are less than ideal.
More to an invader
for a statue in steel.
But a problem can fade
completely out of existence,
by closing our eyes
and staying away from resistance.
Let’s try it now!
All of us together!
Though it is hard
to ignore bloody weather.
‘member a problem fades
completely out of existence,
by closing your eyes
and staying away from resistance.
Yes, if we try hard
it all fades to dust
and your personal life
is all that is a must.
See hush, Australia.
Sleep. Dream. Be at peace.
Don’t engage with debate
and the yelling will cease.
So sleep. No more of this panic. Sleep.
In dreams we will see what dreams may come.
Dreamings will never end. They will be
and there will be what there never was.
Peace.
This is a land of the sunburnt
The hot. The burning.
The raging forgotten fires.
Embers sparking with a finger snap.
But dream of water to end this drought.
See, shame is white hot in the throats of the knowing.
But shame does not burn hot on the faces of the dreaming
Shame sails away to find a different border.
Dream.
Sweet
Australia.
Or
Sweat.
Sweet
Australia.
Dream a quiet dream.
So, hush, now.
Go back to sleep.
Please, Australia!
You’re in too deep.
Closed eyes
Silent mouths
Hollow smiles
Stuffed bodies.
Heart is beating fast at the worlds end but
am too tired to say anything, read anything, stand for anything
breathe
just go to sleep.
But the roar wakes me from a dream I was never in
awake.
Asleep.
To dream
to watch
to live
breathe.
Go to sleep.
But cannot sleep. Cannot sleep.
Breathe.
Close your eyes and count to ten
wait for the sandman to come again.
And sleep.
Mind; whirling, washing, twirling, spinning, hurling
Breathe.
Heart; beating, bashing, running, jumping, skipping
Breathe.
Mind; whirling, washing, twirling, spinning, hurling
Breathe.
Heart; beating, bashing, running, jumping, skipping
Breathe.
Mind; whirling, washing, twirling, spinning. Hurling
Breathe.
Heart; beating, bashing, running, jumping. Skipping
Breathe.
Sleep!
Sleep. No more. Sleep
No more.
No more sleep.
Sleep
No more sleep.
Dream
Sweet
Australia.
Dream.
Sweat.
Australia.
Dream a quiet dream
Dream a quiet dream
Dream a quietus dream
Dream as if dead.
Then it will be quiet
Then there will be sleep
But can’t sleep now
No more sleep
No more of this sleep--
Are you making noise Australia?
I thought I told you to go to bed.
All those dilemmas
are all in your head.
They understand the
trouble you’re in.
Trust in them,
you’ll always win.
They know best
they can handle it all
and what can you do?
You’re ever so small.
When have they gone wrong?
Think of an instance.
Wait. Stop that now.
At my insistence.
Don’t think of people
who are made second-class
because they were here first
and ruin the farce;
of freedom and integrity
and a country that’s whole
for they have a history, a hurt
burnt onto their soul.
Because apologies were late
and stuffy and hollow
and without a spine,
policy has nothing to follow.
For there is bias,
and there is a hate
and there is a failure
to properly legislate.
Misunderstanding
sadly leads to death,
Oh, but don’t mention this now,
not even under your breath.
For haven’t your heard?
It has all been fixed.
In fact, was there ever a problem?
We’ve always been mixed.
See, there is no colour
and there is no problem
so quiet, now, Australia!
Then our nation will blossom.
Quiet! Australia!
Shush! They can’t handle all the voices.
Stress less, see it’s their job
to make all the choices!
What did you think this is?
A democracy, somehow?
You know that is something
media would never allow.
For they tell you their facts
not the truth as it stands
because control of information
is in too few hands.
See, hush, Australia.
They mean it, okay
So, don’t complain
about no increases in pay.
And watch as some pockets
get fatter and fatter
gold failing to trickle
but what does that matter?
And when groups who stand
for the people that can not
are kneecapped with laws
that protect those wealthy lot.
For nurses and teachers,
miners and tradies,
armed with carrot cake,
and most of them ladies,
are scary!
Yes, watch out! They can
hold a company hostage
With all their clout.
So, they must be stopped!
Yes, please stop them.
The CEOs need more wealth
that’s what they deserve; these men.
Because when some voices
are more important than others
it’s the pleading that
will always be smothered.
For backhand and whispers
are paid more attention
than people who stand up
and fight for a mention.
And as they stand,
alone and weak
it’s easy for them
to fall from a peak
but if they have
more and more, speak,
they become strong
not quiet and meek.
You are meaningless when you are silent.
You are meaningless when you are silent.
You are meaningless when you are silent.
So, go back to sleep and be quiet, or wake the fuck up.
go back to sleep.
Rest easy, now.
Don’t make a peep.
Shut your eyes.
Don’t listen as well.
They will keep watch for you.
You can trust them, time will tell.
Work at your jobs
and live you lives.
Focus n’your corner,
don’t check the archives.
Think about the sweet
and the pure.
Remember, it’s prettier
when you’re demure.
So, smile!
Flash your teeth.
Live on the surface,
don’t go beneath.
Because you can work
even while you’re asleep,
dreaming of our proud land
and the promises they’ll keep.
Because they have your back.
Trust them, they know.
Stay quiet, Australia.
And keep your head low.
Accept the lies
told with pretty little phrases.
Remember it’s not climate change
that caused all those blazes.
‘Jobs and growth’,
your voice is your votes
and when you are silent
we can, ‘Stop the boats’.
See, hush, Australia.
Go back to sleep.
They know best.
Trust them, don’t make a peep.
For your words fall on ears,
that only respect money
and the private sector
has far more of that, honey.
They spend millions of dollars
moulding our laws,
making you think;
it’s aligned with your cause.
They are very good
at defending their objective.
Advertising is tricky
it can be too effective.
The truth is something
that we’ve lost somehow.
Look at this world
that we’re living in now.
So really, Australia.
Go back to sleep.
What’s the point
of waking up this week?
You’re privacy rights
have sailed away
on a boat called;
It’s better this way
For the most important thing
is ‘the national interest’.
But they understand this more
so, go back to Pinterest.
They’ll raid the people
who are our ‘Fourth Estate’
and put the truth
locked in checkmate.
But you can trust them, you know.
Go back to your dreams,
Manus is too far
to hear those screams.
The rights of us all
are not embossed with care.
They deny movement,
what’s next? Beware.
Yes, hush now, Australia,
Go back to sleep.
Lean into your bubble.
Curl up. Calm, keep.
Don’t carry on
like those warriors of woes
who yell out ‘injustice!’
to all of their foes.
For how dare they disrupt
the wealthy in dress
throwing money at those
animals in distress.
See hush, Australia.
Why talk now?
You said nothing so far,
don’t become highbrow.
For we’re a nation
of workers; hard. Tough. Silent.
So, close all the doors
and ignore the violent.
We know, there are women
at home in their fear,
controlled by a man
whose breath smells of beer.
The resources given
are less than ideal.
More to an invader
for a statue in steel.
But a problem can fade
completely out of existence,
by closing our eyes
and staying away from resistance.
Let’s try it now!
All of us together!
Though it is hard
to ignore bloody weather.
‘member a problem fades
completely out of existence,
by closing your eyes
and staying away from resistance.
Yes, if we try hard
it all fades to dust
and your personal life
is all that is a must.
See hush, Australia.
Sleep. Dream. Be at peace.
Don’t engage with debate
and the yelling will cease.
So sleep. No more of this panic. Sleep.
In dreams we will see what dreams may come.
Dreamings will never end. They will be
and there will be what there never was.
Peace.
This is a land of the sunburnt
The hot. The burning.
The raging forgotten fires.
Embers sparking with a finger snap.
But dream of water to end this drought.
See, shame is white hot in the throats of the knowing.
But shame does not burn hot on the faces of the dreaming
Shame sails away to find a different border.
Dream.
Sweet
Australia.
Or
Sweat.
Sweet
Australia.
Dream a quiet dream.
So, hush, now.
Go back to sleep.
Please, Australia!
You’re in too deep.
Closed eyes
Silent mouths
Hollow smiles
Stuffed bodies.
Heart is beating fast at the worlds end but
am too tired to say anything, read anything, stand for anything
breathe
just go to sleep.
But the roar wakes me from a dream I was never in
awake.
Asleep.
To dream
to watch
to live
breathe.
Go to sleep.
But cannot sleep. Cannot sleep.
Breathe.
Close your eyes and count to ten
wait for the sandman to come again.
And sleep.
Mind; whirling, washing, twirling, spinning, hurling
Breathe.
Heart; beating, bashing, running, jumping, skipping
Breathe.
Mind; whirling, washing, twirling, spinning, hurling
Breathe.
Heart; beating, bashing, running, jumping, skipping
Breathe.
Mind; whirling, washing, twirling, spinning. Hurling
Breathe.
Heart; beating, bashing, running, jumping. Skipping
Breathe.
Sleep!
Sleep. No more. Sleep
No more.
No more sleep.
Sleep
No more sleep.
Dream
Sweet
Australia.
Dream.
Sweat.
Australia.
Dream a quiet dream
Dream a quiet dream
Dream a quietus dream
Dream as if dead.
Then it will be quiet
Then there will be sleep
But can’t sleep now
No more sleep
No more of this sleep--
Are you making noise Australia?
I thought I told you to go to bed.
All those dilemmas
are all in your head.
They understand the
trouble you’re in.
Trust in them,
you’ll always win.
They know best
they can handle it all
and what can you do?
You’re ever so small.
When have they gone wrong?
Think of an instance.
Wait. Stop that now.
At my insistence.
Don’t think of people
who are made second-class
because they were here first
and ruin the farce;
of freedom and integrity
and a country that’s whole
for they have a history, a hurt
burnt onto their soul.
Because apologies were late
and stuffy and hollow
and without a spine,
policy has nothing to follow.
For there is bias,
and there is a hate
and there is a failure
to properly legislate.
Misunderstanding
sadly leads to death,
Oh, but don’t mention this now,
not even under your breath.
For haven’t your heard?
It has all been fixed.
In fact, was there ever a problem?
We’ve always been mixed.
See, there is no colour
and there is no problem
so quiet, now, Australia!
Then our nation will blossom.
Quiet! Australia!
Shush! They can’t handle all the voices.
Stress less, see it’s their job
to make all the choices!
What did you think this is?
A democracy, somehow?
You know that is something
media would never allow.
For they tell you their facts
not the truth as it stands
because control of information
is in too few hands.
See, hush, Australia.
They mean it, okay
So, don’t complain
about no increases in pay.
And watch as some pockets
get fatter and fatter
gold failing to trickle
but what does that matter?
And when groups who stand
for the people that can not
are kneecapped with laws
that protect those wealthy lot.
For nurses and teachers,
miners and tradies,
armed with carrot cake,
and most of them ladies,
are scary!
Yes, watch out! They can
hold a company hostage
With all their clout.
So, they must be stopped!
Yes, please stop them.
The CEOs need more wealth
that’s what they deserve; these men.
Because when some voices
are more important than others
it’s the pleading that
will always be smothered.
For backhand and whispers
are paid more attention
than people who stand up
and fight for a mention.
And as they stand,
alone and weak
it’s easy for them
to fall from a peak
but if they have
more and more, speak,
they become strong
not quiet and meek.
You are meaningless when you are silent.
You are meaningless when you are silent.
You are meaningless when you are silent.
So, go back to sleep and be quiet, or wake the fuck up.
