Australia has introduced Discrimination in its' processing of Asylum Seekers. They will not process applications by Afghanis for 6 months, and Sri Lankans for 3 months. This is Direct Discrimination and goes against all their commitments to the United Nations.... This acrostic poem is my Suffrage to them..


suffRAGE

Grant me my petition
Respectfully I do implore
Elected creator of our position
Give your eye to more than the law
Officiate to end the sacrifice
Repeal the closure of the door
Your discriminations on anothers’ life
Justice denied the victims fleeing war
Open your heart to their plight
Honour your commitment to the Convention
Nations United a sanctuary in the flight
Ordained refuge without discrimination
‘til again all live in peace and love
Forgo your fear your xenophobia
Let compassion now rise above
Anothers’ blind and selfish paranoia
Hear the cries of those who have died
Each leaving their broken families tears
Reflect on all the tears your own mothers cried
Torn from their loves through war and fears
Yet you our Petitioned prayer of suffrage lead to suffer.


1.51am Australian EST 10th April 2010
Copyright Gregory John O’Flaherty

A comment I wrote awhile ago on how Nationalism seems to be on the rise, and minorities, again are being blamed for all the economic mess politicians create..


The Neo-Blamers Nationalise

Looking for the ones to blame
For all the trouble that is created
Pointing at someone not quiet the same
Accusing them for what has been fated

Same old story of history repeating
No lessons learnt now another too blamed
Once the Jews now the Muslims are cheating
History hasn’t taught it is all who have shamed

Don’t go looking to blame another for your plight
And go marching to a closed National beat
See all the same lies from those who want the fight
Perhaps it is you they want dead on your feet

Can’t you recall all the crematoriums burning
The Millions dead from a seemingly forgotten war
From a Holocaust of more than one the many not learning
To now turn and forget what the fighting was for

The Fascist reforming to blame and condemn yet another
Nations separated blaming all on a singled out one
Easier to blame the foreign than to blame your brother
Xenophobic fear hatching hatred and fear at the gun

Look in the mirror to see your own failings
Point the finger of blame at your own pride
That separates to isolation and more pained wailing
Look at yourself for the truth you can’t hide

Fed on the words of hatred you hear
To condemn and blame someone you do not know
Isolated by your teachers’ own hatred and fear
Listen to yourself and many others to grow

It is easy to manipulate with the word
Raise all you fear with a witness you have not had
Rally all to a blind standard and all to the sword
And you left to be blamed for the death and the mad

Why blame another for the shoes that you wear
Or for the same word in a language you do not know
Yet believe from another with hate in your ear
But do not recognise the evil that they sow

Is anyone that different from you that works all are man
That knows sorrow fear joy and true love
All can look to another to blame as they can
Stop looking to blame and you too can rise above

Your anger and fear are the same as all men
Yet do they blame you for all of their own
Start to listen to more than one closed voice
Embrace all and then all truth will be known.
15.29 31st August 2009 Aust.EST
copyright Gregory John O’Flaherty

Have you ever read a English Dictionary, and looked up the words Billion and Trillion, and then tried to figure out how the world balances its' book ?? Or which billion applies to population ??? I am conFUSED .... ( am I the only one posting poems now days ... I miss the shout box ,,, censorship or is it sense or ship it on out )


How Do You Find A Word Heard 666 or 616

I was reading through the Dictionary
A book about the only truth
Nothing in it put to vaguery
Cost or nail another or tin roof
Cover may be peeling off now
Words the same living proof
Existence of all and showing how
Two uses for sound even unco
Words spelt different but never numbers
Billion is Billion and Trillion the same
Difference being only heard the tumblers
Zero times 9 or 12 after one the same as 12 or 18 name
Confused here then look in the good book
See how long it took for numbers counted cook.

7.48pm Australian EST 14th August 2010
Copyright Gregory John O’Flaherty

I have been feeling a little old lately, and have felt like I have no passion anymore. So wrote this. I hope it is just a passing moment !

TIME ( The Infinite Moment Eternal )

Where now is all my passion
Life gone by and now seems lost
Love of life and all compassion
Now cold and frozen the cost
All the reasons for I once rejoiced
Each moment now new and golden
Every minute one of pleasure voiced
Now waned diminished and olden
How did I lose the love of life
The beauty once found everywhere
Now I only find trouble and strife
Each second now handled with care

How could I ever lose my internal drive
Every moment grasped the joy of being alive

How have I now become so old
While the years still stretch out ahead
The heat and passion now have turned cold
How could happiness now to this path have lead
Every minute once embraced new as now
Each second the only one every lived
Passion for all and the needing to see how
All is and was now eternally loved
Give me back each moment now here
Let me live every second I live and breath
The joy of every hour and peace ever near
Never a thought for the future or of my death

Hold onto your passion and hold this moment above
All is this moments’ compassion held in eternal love.

10.03pm Australian EST 8th September 2010
Copyright Gregory John O’Flaherty

The block of flats I live in is about 150 years old. It has been used as an Iron Mongers, a Womans Refuge, a Solicitors Office, and a Maternity Hospital; and for a while, private flats. Many have said it is haunted. I know it is !!

The Ghosts of The Wandsworth Flats

The ghosts again were there
As usual last and every night
All their memories to share
Trying to wake me from my sleep in fright
Nothing frightening or really scarey
No clanking chains, bones or light
No creaking boards or spiders hairy
Just the feeling that they just might
Drain my soul and life quiet clearly
Leaving me weak fevered and wet
Or at least to bring me death nearly
To the point of I forget

Ghosts and phantoms crawling the ceiling and floor
Vampires of the aesthesia sucking not blood but more

When I first moved in here
I would see children on the stair
Turn around to their noise I would hear
But they were no longer there
I would feel their presence both night and day
Yet never felt anything to fear
More the sense of lost souls at play
Knowing that their eternal release was near
I have lived alone in the Wandsworth Flats
For over twelve years, disturbed every night
Shadows, plasma, noises and moving hats
Children trying to give me a fright

Last night I asked for their release from their haunting death
To be free of here and not again wake me fighting for my breath

They will be here again as usual tonight
If I have not set their souls free
Trying again to wake me in fright
Trying to drain and enter into me
It no longer worries or scares me now
They are just a part of the night and day
Their shapes moving and endless noise I know not how
Not life or death an eternal halfway
I hope that they will get their release
And I again do not wake from their weight on my back
I hope that they find their eternal peace
And the ending that they must lack

I will sleep again tonight in my Wandsworth Flat
Knowing ghosts and souls appear as more than bats.

5.30am Australian EST 6th August 2010
Copyright Gregory John O’Flaherty

The Worlds Leaders are in New York this week to access the UN Millennium Developement Goals.
Every six seconds a child dies from malnutrician !!

One Every Six

Count off the seconds
One at a time
At six another child succumbs
Starvation the crime
Count off another six
Seconds away until death
Counting will never fix
While politicians are deaf
Count them here and now
One two three four five six
Ask yourself each second how
A child starves as the clock ticks

How can I be this cold and unmoving
While every six seconds a child dies starving

Pick up your telephone
As you count one to six
Call your politician at home
Whether or not you think them pricks
Count out the cold numbers
You do not have to get to ten
Ask the politician when next in chambers
To count to six again and again
Every six seconds a child starves
Each day as the hours slip by
Who cares if a politicians wage halves
When each six seconds a child will die

Count it out now loudly to yourself in your head
Do you care how silently your wealth dies not feeding the dead.

10.44pm Australian EST 21st September 2010
Copyright Gregory John O’Flaherty