Speak
to me
of
gardens
and
music,
festivals
and art.
Your
talk
of
deployment
and
troops,
deficits
and cuts,
fear
and loathing,
in
ad nauseum,
on
and on,
while
the rich
get
richer
and
the poor
fall
more,
behind.
The
wealthiest Aussies
are
ten per cent,
their
cash
equal
to
the rest of us
put
together.
Yet
we can’t afford
climate
action
or
hospitals,
or
schools,
or
gas in the ground,
and
farmers hold
guns
to their heads
while
their land is
wasted
and
the their food
devalued
by
multinational
giants,
down
down
go
fresh food people
into
the earth.
Speak
to me instead
of
gardens,
and
food
grown
here,
on
our trees,
from
crops of our golden soil.
Speak
to me
of
music
and
families
and
kindness
and
peace.
Let
me see
our
future.
Let
me see
harmony.
Inspired in part by this new report from Oxfam https://www.oxfam.org.au/what-we-do/inequality/find-out-more/
©
Palitja Moore, image, Middleton Beach Dec 2015, text 2016
