Somewhere Under A Southern Cross Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

Sitting in an old penal colony
Zionist occupied government rule
Where all the people seem to be loony
Yet somehow they think that they are so cool

Living a life so unsustainable
These convicts actually think they're free
Approaching war is inevitable
But so dumbed down they will never see

The inmates run this insane asylum
Labotomies become normality
As long as they pay their taxes my son
Then who cares if they are all just crazy

While corrupt elites play their power game
I see the dragon and he calls your name