The Action of the Rat Race

Minds narrow, constricted, vain
Hearts close to all who disagree
Fists close on broken bottles,
tearing at uncertainty with blind rage.

A Member of the Master Race
he can’t add two and two together -
Johnny pines for England
"salute the flag, or I’ll smash yer!"
England of the 1930s
when Adolf had popularity
and Goebbels had balls

(but not for the Cohens
- too sweaty from running,
they needed a shower)

You can’t argue with illogic
   or childlike naivety
Dads hold perfect blonde, blue-eyed kids
not made in Lebensborn  
but in the back seat of a Commodore
   
at Semaphore
they will defend the beach

With their closed minds they open a book
Mein Kampf is a struggle but it fits their prejudices
   "Australia for Australians"
      they repeat these empty words for empty souls.
 
They’d like to start a race war
   forgetting 
what violence brings
   how many would have to die
before they remembered, dismembered?

The narrow political platform of accepted opinion
shakes at the hands of the right-minded
some always manage to stay on top
while white, black and yellow all fall
   
your blindness misdirects rage
       to you, member of the rat race
          I say
two and two isn’t white.