My Nightmare

The newspaper headlines read our P.M. has won the Nobel Prize I felt spell bound could scarce believe my eyes Johnny Howard the man who locks up refugees I told myself this cannot be no please. There in large print for all of the World to see I screamed aloud no no this cannot be There are millions out there far more worthy than he And what does this say for man's humanity? Misfortunate people from war torn Countries far away For wanting a better life by Howard's Government forced to pay By their loss of freedom they have been demonized And by today's news headlines I alone won't feel surprised. Howard's Government mistreatment of the dispossessed known beyond Australia's shore And what hope for freedom, love and justice anymore? When one such as he is honoured in such a way I feel more than disappointed is all that I can say. A kookaburra laughed on a gray gum nearby As the lamp of day lit up the morning sky And the black cat in the bedroom slept on the chair And I felt relieved to wake from my nightmare.