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Bastardry – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image: robodebt.royalcommission.gov.au

Note: this poem is a result of my blood boiling over from years of federal govt inaction (Until the recent change of govt and the implementation of the Royal commission) over unjust and unfair treatment of welfare recipients. Robo debt is an online process of debt recovery by a govt dept from welfare recipients deemed to be overpaid or who are not entitled to payments. The process used an averaging system. It might seem to be a storm in a tea cup until you realise that this process was prosecuted fully against the most vulnerable people in Australia and that the averaging was a false process, it took one off payments or fluctuations in income as regular and averaged that as annual income and calculated a debt on that basis. So that a welfare recipient who might have claimed unemployment or part time employment under the threshold and welfare to top up, who declared a cash job of $80.00 was deemed as earning $2, 000.00 and should repay that amount against their welfare received. This meant that the Dept. viewed this as either infringing reporting, falsely declaring, or at the very least owing the govt. The debt didn’t exist but no one in the previous government was bothered. The Commission is in full flow and a picture is emerging of error and misdirection, which has deeply affected people’s lives. The findings will evolve to recommendations for govt to take action, and the way will become clear for those affected to take legal action. Little joy for those whose family members took their lives in response to overwhelming pressure and loss of hope, and those whose mental health was wrecked.

Govt and debt is a slippery slope – the full federal court ruled in 1984 that the dept – Centrelink, bore the onus to prove debt and not the recipient.

“The reason that robo-debt is an issue for law and lawyers is a simple one. It is because the debts do not exist in law.” Professor of Law Terry Carney AO in the Legal Studies Journal 1.8.19

Bastardry 

How does $80.00 become $2, 000?
That's really good interest, 
magic you might say,
where can I get that?
But no, this is not your bank or 
your retirement fund director calling
with this fantastic news.

The question revolves around that
iniquitous and devious method called
income averaging for welfare recipients,
a smoothing (sic) in some parlance,
an online compliance process,
targets must be met, 
the budget must swell.

As a result,
if you did earn $80.00 once off
it was imagined by
the government no less
in a sweet Uriah Heep glaze,
that you were in fact earning weekly,
at least fortnightly, over a year of
your pain encrusted desperate life.

It didn't matter that you weren't in fact earning,
this nightmare held you in its drenched talons
as guilty until proven guilty,
the travesty,
priest as judge and executioner,
no redemption,
no voice,
no hope,
just an endless suicide.



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Now To Sing A New Song – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Maruf_Rahman at pixabay.com Flood in Bangladesh

“With considerable justice, Bangladesh’s leading climate scientist says that ‘These migrants should have the right to move to the countries from which all these greenhouses are coming.'” Noam Chomsky

Now To Sing A New Song

Walking ever so softly across life
listening to the voices of trees
asking us to live for all things,
these are important questions
interwoven,
predicate, 
subject,
object,
action,
follows a pattern,
ends with dilated hesitations,
why should I inhabit more than necessary,
consuming my neighbours?
I weep for the anthropic scene,
time to change our view of 
recalcitrant history,
never to repeat,
now to sing a new song.


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That’s When – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse De is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write about being bold.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Boldly Go

“Jump and build your wings on the way down.” Ray Bradbury

That's When

No great oration
just standing in the gap
between antagonists,
catch in my throat,
a doubt in my mind,
which I wanted to speak into 
this lions den mayhem
where the prey bares her neck,
that's when I boldly shouted no.


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The Vacuous Culture – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

“How management chooses to treat its people impacts everything for better or for worse.” Simon Sinek

The Vacuous Culture 

Meaning what?
Some narrow definition,
a meaningless explanation of how,
reaching back into the yawn of time?
We might establish a fundamental of
some such thing or other and still be
home for dinner and a migraine
after the grind-house routine
where drudging is acquiescence
to an order of checked out brains,
the money's great, of course, 
but the job is mindless, a rort,
a symbol of the vacuous culture
in which we exist as captives
who believe without thought.


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Truthing (Don’t Fear The Creative) – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

“Some people are opposed to anything, before they understand what they criticise.” Sebastian Wortys

Truthing (Don't Fear The Creative)

Make no mistake,
a song, 
a piece of art,
some writing
are a creative's hell,
in a world of opinions where
there is no critical thinking,
how else would we have ended up
with banning and burning books,
redacted prose,
destruction of art that is feared.
To throw in a provocation here,
do you remember 'Piss Christ?'
The furore,
the frenzy,
the self-righteous posturing,
the attacks upon the artist,
who, as it predictably turned out,
had no intention of blasphemy.
Our symbols have become over-invested,
oppressive, beyond critique or reflection.
Okay,
so let's pull the pin on the moral grenade now.
Why is it that some believe they must protect
institutions and symbols at all costs?
Who are we to make ourselves the keepers?
If myths are valid, flexible, adaptive,
surely they will survive because of critique,
especially from within the movement or process.
Ironically 'Piss Christ' was an attempt to show how
symbols are tamed, domesticated, corrupted, 
made empty in the pursuit of
well,
power and money,
of course.


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How Can It Be – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

WikiLeaks’ founder Julian Assange leaves Westminster Magistrates Court in London, Britain January 13, 2020. REUTERS/Henry Nicholls

“Once a government is committed to the principle of silencing the voice of opposition, it has only one way to go, and that is down the path of increasingly repressive measures, until it becomes a source of terror to all its citizens and creates a country where everyone lives in fear.” Harry S. Truman

How Can It Be?

How can it be that the one who dared to tell 
what needed to be told, should always be told,
is the one who must be sacrificed for breaking
the rules of the most splendid game,
the game where we pretend that we don't 
know that we know?

Why must one person be vilified that others
may be dignified in their ethical lying and 
strategic misinformation that protects their
power and presumed authority that looks
very much like corporate narcissism on the
rampage, creating and consuming their 
victims with impunity and disdain?

How can it be that we let them?


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The Piggery – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image: found on pinterest.com

“The “they all do it” excuse isn’t good enough any more.” Michael Pascoe

The Piggery

Trotters in the trough,
snort, snort, snort,
wallow in the scoff,
bought, bought, bought.

Snout in the truffles,
slurp, slurp, slurp,
ever blind snuffles,
burp, burp, burp.

Pigging on the treats,
rort, rort, rort,
sucking the public teat,
sought, sought, sought.

Oinkers in the mud,
squeak, squeak, squeak,
supping all your blood,
bleak, bleak, bleak. 


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Death By Technocrat – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: found at litcomedy.com

“When we manage people just using numbers, we often get compliance as a result.” Tom Epperson

Death by Technocrat

On that day when we pick over the bones of empire,
we will say that its decline began with a curious
surrender to the over paid and over rated
managerial class, whose singular skill is their 
ability to put form before function, thus negating
any genuine work from occurring, except the endless
circuit of shifting responsibility from those who 
actually have it to those who don't, and in one 
stroke of the keyboard, consigning them to an
endless cycle of blame, while ever papering over
the irruption with beautifully presented policies
and processes that cunningly have no real purpose 
other than to prop up the managers while they criticise
the workers who they eventually dispossess,
while the function collapses in quiet drama at great cost.


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Thieves – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photos: I apologise for ruining your moment with this but … left to right (no pun intended) Scott Morrison former PM of Australia; Donald Trump former president of the US; Boris Johnson caretaker PM of UK for three months having resigned as leader of the Tory Party. Found at inkl.com Leaders who were self-focussed, ignorant, inflated, no moral compass, fatuous and power focussed, money hungry.

“Each has been graceless.” Prof. Mark Kenny

Thieves

You chop jaw,
truth mangling pissant,
wallpapering monger of
fetid lies, destroyer of futures,
robber of lives, thief of a generation,,
deserver of those long, sharp, 
political knives spoken into your
wasted muscle, your brittle bones
of hypocrisy, those veins of 
smugness, your wizened heart
registering no feelings, just as 
the black pits of your face see
nothing but your own reflection,
too late you realise the doom
that is yours as we take away 
your glitter power.


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The Evil Tide – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: found at perthbirdsandbush.com one of several types of Cuckoo native to Western Australia and across Australia.

The Cuckoo sings nicely, looks pleasant, but is a cunning bird with a mean behaviour, forcing other birds to rear its young by deception and competition, often meaning host birds lose their own offspring. The host birds never realise until it is too late that the cuckoo has invaded its nest. Surely a modern proverb for the moment.

“You see, cuckoos are parasites.” Casandra Clare

The Evil Tide

The cuckoo has played its game well,
poisonous views and paranoia well hidden,
while the host is completely unaware,
the birth of lies subtly creeps life.

Poisonous views and paranoia well hidden,
the drain is swamped by cunning cucks,
the birth of lies subtly creeps life,
encompassing, contaminating everything.

The drain is swamped by cunning cucks,
too weak to stand against the evil tide
encompassing, contaminating everything,
from decency to integrity all is tainted.

Too weak to stand against the evil tide,
while the host is completely unaware,
from decency to integrity all is tainted,
the cuckoo has played its game well.


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