Where are your middle-class heroes?
Who rules your whited tower?
It becomes apparent
Through your faceless shows
Of dumb, blind power
That no-one knows.
It could be Johnny Howard
Or Kevin Connie Rudd
It could be just your Honda-car
Stemming the petrol flood
Huddle now altogether
Pats on each other’s backs
Ye bastion of the church’s tether
Your children out on midnight binge
What a land of double faces
This great cultural cringe
“I felt a brief reposing silence,
so I thought I’d have a winge.”