Gold and white North-north-west
This poem was published in Leaves From An Australian Forest Protest by Greenaissance
Confusion to the enemy, whoever they might be,‘Cos if there is confusion then perhaps I can be free,Free to walk the journey that my spirit so desiresAnd stack the world’s bureaucracies on top of funeral pyres,And burn the bloody lot of them to ashes pure and grey,And thereby let another phoenix rise to meet the day.For great big towers of bullshit these bureaucracies have piledUntil they’ve ruined everything that once was free and wild,For freedom’s just another word that’s written every dayOn useless bits of paper they keep shoving in our way:It’s meaning and its message buried underneath the crap,Devoid of any moral, it becomes a spirit trap.So confusion to the enemy: bureaucracies must dieSo we can all breathe easily beneath the clear blue sky.
*it was a term used in WWII
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