Another poem

Repetition is funny thing,
Kind of like the tide, it will be back,
I will be back again in the same shoes, same desk, same headspace.
Ahhh
Sighs of boredom? Of complaint? Left without translation, just sighs.
That could mean anything…
Pain, loneliness, arrogance, displeasure, happiness.
I wonder if the world will end with a sigh. No great explosions, No war, just a sigh

The questions in my head swirl.
People talk about purpose and drive, as if it is always that easy.
I wonder if displacing an answer takes our responsibility away from asking it.
Find what drives you… blah blah blah
Sometimes I am those people
I wonder if it is safe to be honest to myself.
How do I quell this mutiny of the self?
Like a weathered Captain of old, I will smile at the storm as my ship sinks…
Maybe there is a better way

Old questions with the same answers
A sigh…
Not of relief, just a sigh, that could mean anything…
Oh, to have a new response, a new way forward, they would be like new shoes
Uncomfortable at first but they will become as old friends.
Throwing the net of questions far, yet pulling in nought
With hope and vigour, I cast the net, and with renewed enthusiasm, I pull it in,
Left only with exhaustion at my naked catch

Repetition is a funny thing.

Democracy…

I have no answers or comments, I feel so disappointed and let down by the west’s golden calf (democracy).

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I received an email from a friend who put it well:

I feel Tasmania has been completely done over by Gunns (with support from the Lennon Govt). How is such poor development, such brazen corruption, such poor process, such greedy behaviour, such disregard for democracy, such poor stewardship of the earth allowed to persist? It is hard not to lose heart. I'm guessing that the powerlessness that we feel is just a taste of what millions of people in developing communities experience when they are subject to the whims of greedy developers.

Our democracy is unfortunately defunct. Our democracy allows private investors to fund political parties, therefore leaving us with a dictatorship, rather than the former. Both sides of the Political fence (liberal and labour) and many other public voices throughout the north of Tasmania have been bought, and coloured with the same political brush. Many others who dare to speak have found themselves on the end of law suits filed against them.

I feel crushed upon this news.