Saccharin, self-righteous judgments.

Oozing piety and risk less clichés

of urban prophets.

Never challenged beyond their narrow

benign lives.

Wrapped in soft comfort of ignorance.

Swaddled in shotgun educations.

Blinded by lack of experience.

Yet noisy in condemnation of

other races and countries.

Scratch them win nothing,

for there is nothing there of worth.

No new ideas, only mindless bleatings

to scourge different cultures.

Nations they cannot mark on a globe.

Judging others with standards flawed by ease.

What know these prophets of hunger, thirst, –

disease, insects, filth and famine.

Stand in these kind streets and solve

world problems if you can.

You  pompous useless bastards

with your plated tongues.

 

 

David Garlick, Victoria, February, 1995