Canberra October 1991
Canberra October 1991
em = By Thomas Faunce
A chill wind, not the spirit of Australia,
Blows over manicured lawns.
Winter leaves scratch like hansard on the footpath.
Wires tinkle on flagpoles like spoons in teacups
Currawongs warble like a factional brawl.
Trees here are the real repositories of tradition
And the soul
Is the National Library.
The powerful are seasonal.

By now we all know that the rich get richer under capitalism. But many are astounded at the incredible pace this takes place.
"Without Green Left Weekly, freedom of press and public truth-telling in Australia would be gravely ill."
John Pilger 



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