Who Will Make the Gaunt Ghost's Sing?

 

 

 

 

They’re watching in the avenues
They’re watching in the rain,
They’re waiting for the animals
To cause our children pain.
 
They join in condemnation
They point the finger straight
They single out the people
Who dispense biff and hate.
 
They stand in haunting fog and mist
Those children who are dead,
They stand and watch in legions
And wait with mounting dread.
 
For somewhere in this fair green land
An adolescent mum
Is thrashing her young children
Until they’re bruised and numb.
 
A baby crying in the night
A baby much in need
Of nappies and a tender hand
Than punches and a bleed.
 
The little ones are dying
Broken & obscene
Their little bodies black and blue
From beatings in between
Collections from the dole queue
Piss ups in the shed
Cigarettes and hopelessness
“P” your dull mind dead.
 
The Moaris say its Pakeha
The cops say crime don’t pay,
The politicians shrug and sigh
And look the other way.
The population wrings it’s hands
And gets on with it’s life
Whist violence and brutality
Still cause our  kiddies strife.
 
No one’s owning up to this
No one’s taking blame,
The bullshit flows in rivers
And the world has turned insane.
 
We must find a leader
To  take this thing in hand.
Eradicate the baby bashing
From our PC land.
Fling abusers into gaol
And lose the bloody key
Take the kids & farm them out
To families good & free.
We break the cycle hard & fast
And teach the lesson straight
Abuseing kids will see you GONE
Inside..incarcerate!
 
Where’s the leader, burning bright,
Where is courage in this fight,
Who will lift the banner high
Who will rise up and defy
The apathy , the poisoned sloth
Indifference of the public cloth.
Who will rise and make a stand
Make us proud to love this land
Who will rid us of this thing
WHO WILL MAKE THE GAUNT GHOSTS SING ?

Marshalg
Mangere Bridge
12th August 2007