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Verse 1 On Sunday morning voices rise, and churches fill with song; they crown the Saviour as their King and praise Him loud and long. But when the final amen falls, the crown is set aside;…

Once a Jolly Swagman, wandering tracks ‘tween treesHitching rides by saddle-side or riding in a drayShared his stories, brought his tales and perhaps his billy tooBut most import was given to the bush telegraph news.From town…

Capitalism doesn’t pretend to care. It doesn’t bother with illusions. It presents you with a fact: you exist to be used. Your value is measured by how efficiently you can be drained without collapsing in a…

You keep telling people the country is under siege –  that immigrants are flooding in, that Muslims are plotting, that anyone who looks different is some kind of threat. Don’t you ever stop to wonder who gains…

Step closer and watch the great Wheel turn, a burnished disc like Achilles’ Shield, etched with destinies you never chose. Hear it hum with the weight of unseen hands, those who tilt the world from gilded…