in the shadows of a cursed coalition

I’ve been watching the news again on the terror-vision, the window of doom into my sitting room and I wonder if anywhere is sacred anymore.                                                

Do the sea lions know they are no longer protected? 

that some fullah too fat to fish anymore

is removing the protection from their lives, while children begin to starve on the playgrounds.                                                                                               

Who really cares? Shrugs a heartless coalition, as a couple of politicians turn their coats over on potholes, they’re never going to fix… and it’s time for their five-course lunch, that the taxpayers paid for.

“Watch out kiwi and kakapo,” cries a bellbird, swinging from a brittle kowhai branch, as pine trees tagged for China fall around her home. “You’ll be next!”

Raise your one-use cups of latte to a crumbling sky that doesn't know whether it's raining or crying for the death of  the seas it'sposed to water.

“Water, water everywhere weeps”, a lifeless desert, forgetting the rest of the words to a song that extinct generations once sung.

Where forests of amazon proportions once stood, amidst villages of hearty families who never had to beg or feel the cold touch of colonial death. 

The capitalists take away, then give from thrones of grandiose charity, patting each other’s smooth backs while their cavity-free teeth glisten into the cameras as the scales of justice are twirled and twisted by an artic wind in the middle of summer.

Karma is a lazy bastard sitting on a polished pew in a religious building that he drove his Tesla to church this morning, running over some friendly doves eating breakfast.

But Mercy watches, and her hand rocks the cradle of a world that heaves anxiously back and forth, and the faithful saints sing, “She’s got the whole world, in her hands...she’s got the whole wide world...in her hands…” 

And we can sing with her, lifting our voices to a heaven that does exist and be glad for the days that she has made and leave the shadows that a cursed coalition tried to throw on our lives and over our prayers. 

Because dogs don’t bite the hand that feeds them but they sure do tear off the hands of the thieves that come at night, and liars pants do catch on fire and the love of money is the root of all evil ...

So, ye cursed ones of the coalition, beware… for the sword you use to cut today will be the sword that impales you tomorrow…RIP if you can.