We Are All Co-dependent

That anyone is entirely independent why even pretend
On others in some way we always depend
The billionaire boss depends on his employees out of them his billions he has made
And out of the work that they do on him they depend to be paid
Despite what the majority do have to say
We are all co-dependent in some sort of a way
And though credit is not always given to where it is due
That to live we all depend on each other happens to be true
Though most others with what i say may not agree
We are all co-dependent it does seem to me
And whether you live in an Earthly Utopia or an Earthly Hell
No man is an island or no woman as well
And though many may disagree with what i do say
We are all co-dependent in some sort of a way.

A Bully Is Always A Coward

It takes a coward to be a bully and a bully is always a coward
And by instilling fear in the non aggressive the bully feels greatly empowered
But when the bully is stood up to he is not slow to sense defeat
To save himself from a deserved beating he is very quick to retreat.

In the World there are too many bullies they are to be found everywhere
And every day good and nice people are bullied in the bigger World out there
Bullies are mostly males but also some females and all bullies one thing in common do share
That of low self esteem they do suffer though of such they are not aware.

There are bullies in every schoolyard and in every workplace of them nothing good one can say
Some who are bullied do commit suicide such stories we read of and hear of every day
But when the bullies are stood up to they are very quick to back down
And it goes without saying that the bully is never the bravest one in the town.

There ought to be a law against adult bullying it is an obnoxious crime
Those who are found to be guilty of it ought to serve out prison time
As well as being cowardly bullies are cruel hearted they instill in their victims fear
A brave act of one known to be a bully is something you never do hear.

Kolor In April

Home to wallaby and gray roo and weerloo and the pale eyed crow
Between the volcanic rocks of Kolor thistles, scutch grass and bracken grow
Down the stony face of Kolor red hot lava it did flow
To the amazement of the First Australians thousands of centuries ago
They must have thought the Mountain God was angry as they watched in fear and awe
And that their World was ending so frightened at what they saw
That this was an act of Nature something they were not to know
On the stony slopes of Kolor only bracken and thistles grow
High above the hill of Kolor two wedge tail eagles soar and fly
Scanning the ground for prey movement monarchs of the southern sky
For them to exist on Kolor smaller creatures have to die
This is just a fact of Nature and Nature's facts do never lie
On the stunted trees of Kolor on this April evening in mid Fall
The black pale eyed crows are cawing and the dark brown weerloos call.