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My interview Razor Sharp 18 February
Me interviewed by Sharon Firebrace on Razor Sharp on Tuesday 18 February. (0)

My interview Razor Sharp 11 February 2014
Me interviewed by Sharon Firebrace on Razor Sharp this morning. The Royal Commission, car industry and age of entitlement get a lot of the coverage. (0)

Razor Sharp 4 February 2014
Me on 4 February 2014 on Razor Sharp with Sharon Firebrace. (0)

Time for a House Un-Australian Activities Committee?
Tony Abbott thinks the Australian Broadcasting Corporation is Un-Australian. I am looking forward to his government setting up the House Un-Australian Activities Committee. (1)

Make Gina Rinehart work for her dole

Sick kids and paying upfront


Save Medicare

Demonstrate in defence of Medicare at Sydney Town Hall 1 pm Saturday 4 January (0)

Me on Razor Sharp this morning
Me interviewed by Sharon Firebrace this morning for Razor Sharp. It happens every Tuesday. (0)

I am not surprised
I think we are being unfair to this Abbott ‘no surprises’ Government. I am not surprised. (0)

Send Barnaby to Indonesia
It is a pity that Barnaby Joyce, a man of tact, diplomacy, nuance and subtlety, isn’t going to Indonesia to fix things up. I know I am disappointed that Barnaby is missing out on this great opportunity, and I am sure the Indonesians feel the same way. [Sarcasm alert.] (0)



Where flowers their freedom

The flowers of freedom

I saw their ghosts today
In something that I read
I feel their ghosts forever
In something that they said
And they say now, and yesterday
For all around is past

These ghosts are true,
They flourish in our land
Of reality as image, hand in hand
Where mirage dresses
Itself as truth
And black skins shine
In our white light
And roughhewn plough
The darkness of their night

The black remains all day,
Friendless for us, and them,
Now and then, in every way
Here stands the rotting tree
In full bloom, that is the doom

Where flowers others’ freedom, their liberty
Which rings its bell of death
And in a silent breath, of wisdom,
The wisdom that destroys,
Makes anew, all anew
For the few

And leaves us blackened in the sun
Whose days have come
To this burnt land
In rays of rage
We understand
But do not
Their lot is ours
Their pain is all
Their loss the fall
Of our humanity

Without power, we are all
The blackened faces of a past
That survives and still lasts
Today the same,
A way, no shame
As their shiny cars
Snake our streets
To places where the fancy eat
And make our money
On land that is not theirs
Who cares?

We do, the children of the dispossessed
The system of the prophets, blessed
With coins and turgid talk
We walk their mile
And do not smile
To make them rich
All rich

We are black, we are white
The toast of yesterday
On the breakfast of these kings
And queens
All is not what it seems

We must fight
Always fight,
White is black
We share what we lack
And in unison shout
Enough, get out

But they do not go
They stay, all stay,
This is their land now, they say
An old man in a boat made it so
And the sale of labour
Safe harbours favour
And the rich

Let’s end their shouting
And drive them out
To bring to life, to live
All that we have
All that we give
All that we are, together.

Still a work in progress but (c) John Passant 19 October 2016



Comment from Helene Walkowsky OFS
Time October 20, 2016 at 9:01 am

Thank you so much for this beautiful, beautiful poem! I read it aloud first to myself, then to my family. You have to hear this poem to realise its beauty and to appreciate the rhythm. You made me cry, that’s how it moved me. As a (retired) teacher of French, English and music I have read quite a few poems in my long life (to say the least). Your poem touched me somewhere deep in my soul. Thank you once again. I love your blog, it is as if it is written by a kindred soul. Helene W.

Comment from John
Time October 20, 2016 at 7:12 pm

Thank you Helene. I am humbled.

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