Union Songs

The Dirty Digger

A Poem by Dermott Ryder©Dermott Ryder 2013

Rupert, the dirty digger, a papal knight,
surveys the groundlings from his tower,
swears to his truth, proclaims his right -
to serve his never sated need for power.

Rupert, the dirty digger, a feudal lord,
a villain of rank in more ways than one,
low master of the dubious written word,
seeking to dictate as puny men look on.

Rupert, the dirty digger, a proud pariah,
feared by progeny and by acolytes alike
his litanies and liturgies of hate inspire
moral turpitude of all those in his sight.

Rupert, the dirty digger, a sour tycoon,
greedy, grasping, now paying the price,
a weakening wolf howling at the moon,
fear in his heart, at the last rattle of dice

Rupert, the dirty digger, time to embark,
looking now, in his failing years, to save
his Towers of Babel from the final dark,
as his dynasty lurches to its lonely grave.

Rupert, the dirty digger, a hunted beast,
Scotland Yard and FBI are on his case,
his carcass will make his enemies feast,
as his soul descends into a fitting place.


Many thank to Dermot Ryder for permission to add this poem to the Union Songs collection. Dermot writes:
'Not satisfied with destroying the reputation of his British media holdings by suborning and supporting the outrageous and unconscionable conduct of his feral British journalists the Dirty Digger is now attempting to become de facto ruler of Australia via his media holdings here.
Fortunately his track record in political manipulations is now on the wane. In the USA he exuberantly supported the Republicans, they took a real kicking and the Democrats won.
Perhaps Tony Abbot, the 'Jaundiced Jesuit' leader of Australia's far right wing coalition, should take note and join - on this occasion - with Robert James Lee Hawke and castigate Rupert the reprobate for being the truly Dirty Digger he most certainly is.
- From an Evening at Strathfield Poets

Let's show the polls they are not right let's show a bit of bottle,
Voting can reverse the trend, with no blood on the wattle.'

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