Auckland Poetry

Bash baby, smash baby, into the night

Nation wakes in morning to another fright

Bash baby, smash baby, have you no shame

Nation suffers in mourning and feels all pain

Bash baby, smash baby, we have had enough

Go get help right now, there is no place left for tough

Bash baby, smash baby, another one is dead

We pay with consciences’ and all bow our heads

Bash baby, smash baby, there is no lullaby

Cruelty seeps in my town and I weep sad goodbyes

Copyright Deana Platt 10/4/08

for a mind-wind that blasts

and blows so intense that  

it drains colour from the

blue sky and gnaws roots

of roses scattering comfortable earth

earthshaking the giant chimneys of

fossil factories mere words that

can cartwheel this fragile gravity

throwing paper and debris and

scattering fetid, letter’d music in

a contagion of new life

Chris Parsons