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Murray Jack GOTCHA!

Murray Jack you piece of crap
Controlling this, controlling that
Me and others know what you do
Advance the rich, degrade the few

Murray Jack you piece of crap
On the board of this and that
Neo-liberalism’s wrong
You harm the weak, protect the strong

Murray Jack you piece of crap
How could you choose this and that
Just another one percentre
Greed and fear’s what you engender


Yesterday went out with some pieces of art which had a swastika on them and placed them at three differently places I thought were violating human rights.  NZ Initiative (aka Business Round Table), IPCA Police Conduct Authority and Ministry of Justice.

Left a poem, videod it on phone and put it on my youtube channel JR Murphy Poet.  This is one I had found in my visual diary, written a couple of months ago after seeing Murray Jack at court hearing about unsafe workplace at WINZ where John Tully shot the two workers.  Know he was part of the inquiry into these killings and ignored me when I spoke to him about how desperate things had become for long term disabled.  He one who suggested all the security guards, which have made things worse.

When I saw him at court case, before I was escorted out by security for wanting to put up a sign about the case.  I told him I was going to get him, told him he was neo-liberal scum and his lot had caused this tragedy.  Gave him a bollocking.

Writing this poem about him and sticking it up at NZ Initiative – where he is a board member – was what I meant.  I couldn’t find out where his office was and I hate this neo-liberal think tank.  I wrote GOTCHA at bottom of poem.  Putting it on youtube is also another GOTCHA (if you are reading this Murray, or any of your neo-liberal mates that created this hell for me and others).

Quite an honour to get a poem written about you – John Millar, Ruth Dyson, Tony Ellis, John Key are the others.

Now I want to meet with you for an hour at least and tell you my story and how I know the government are corrupt and experimenting on mentally injured abuse victims, traumatised and mentally ill – also persecuting many of them and denying them professional health care and rehabilitation.

Come on you coward, front up – contact me through my email, facebook or twitter.  I don’t check comments on my website because of trolls.


Too Hard Basket Case

A poem I wrote this morning – been wanting to use this phrase for a while now – last verse came as I was writing – BOOM!

I’m a too hard basket case
They won’t see me face to face
Send round police bullies to my place
Make our justice system a disgrace

I’m a too hard basket case
What they do to me is cruel
Create this suicide rocket fuel
Evil rich who SHOULD NOT rule

I’m a too hard basket case
They grind my bones to make their bread
Incite the hatred in my head
A disabled soul they want dead

I’m a too hard basket case
Make me beg so I lose face
Leave me rotting with no place
Beat men & women full of grace

I’m a too hard basket case
Break bonds of love by being cruel
Violence addiction they do fuel
Advance rich, poor they rule

I’m a too hard basket case
Fill my life with $1 bread
Oppress suppress what’s in my head
Make jobs for maggots until I’m dead



Hurry Mr Ombudsman

Please hurry Mr Ombudsman
Rescue me from this red tape war

Please hurry Mr Ombudsman
I’m on my knees at heaven’s door

Please hurry Mr Ombudsman
This war is such cruel hell

Please hurry Mr Ombudsman
There is evil down in this well

Please hurry Mr Ombudsman
Get me off this torture wheel

Please hurry Mr Ombudsman
I just want to work and heal

Please hurry Mr Ombudsman
This situation is so NOT RIGHT!

Please hurry Mr Ombudsman
Before my disorder wins the fight

Please hurry



I had been begging the Ombudsman for help but they did nothing except call the police when I phoned on 1 March 2011.

Rescue Me – Suicide Poem from Carterton

I sit waiting at the crossing
About all the different ways
That train could end me
On this autumn day

A wise owl interjects
Stops, looks, acknowledges
These dark thoughts are not all of you
This is why you need to keep fighting
Fighting for your rights
And the rights of others
Fighting for professional care

Beyond my body
A man on a bike calls to me
I open my window
We chat as neighbours

I like distraction

The thoughts of destruction weaken
Then grow stronger
It takes huge strength and concentration
To drive that devil back to hell
Secretly before the stranger

Please my people, rescue me
From the fires of hell
From their torture wheel


Written in Carterton New Zealand, the heart of the Wairarapa Council marketing says – proof that the heart of our country is cruel immoral and uncivilized, there was no need to put me in this situation – no need to put any human being in this situation.  I had been begging for care I was entitled to and continually refused.

Lots of Christians go on about God saving you, but its the God in other people that rescue the traumatised and hurt – we have lost that in this country after 30 years of corruption and globalist terrorism advancing rich and persecuting poor.  People like me are nothing more than a way to create jobs and earn income for drug companies – they don’t want people to heal, they want people to be dysfunctional.  Evil shit but after 14 years of study it is the only explanation I can come up with.  I am repeatedly reminded of the presentation by KPMG consultant several years ago that said NGOs running mental health services DOES NOT WORK, its something they tried 20 years ago in UK it failed miserably, when they assessed why it was found the NGOs only took on those clients that were easy and cost them the least – the difficult ones they rejected.

The scary thing of course is most in the community cannot accept something like that would go on in our ‘beautiful’ paradise, yet I know in my heart it is true and that is a crime under law.

It took weeks to get over this event and I know if I didn’t write this poem those feelings would still be overwhelming me.  So I encourage people to try it and see what comes out, then share.  I am best contacted on facebook /jrmurphypoetmusician or twitter @jrmurphypoetry.

These are words from my first ever ‘dark’ poem I Want To Come In From The Cold

For I am Love, I am Life, I am Light
As much as I am Hate, I am Death, I am Darkness
A whole being
No longer shielded from the reality of the hatred at the heart of our now materialistic Kiwi culture.

Kia kaha to us all


$1 Bread

Got no coffee
Got no tea
$1 bread is all I see

Got no car
I’m not free
$1 bread is all I see

Got no band
Backing me
$1 bread is all I see

Got no respect
That I need
$1 bread is all I see

Got no care
Cause of ACC
$1 bread is all I see

Got no money
To be me
$1 bread is all I see

While I got no justice
All would agree
$1 bread is all I’ll see


No Respect

Written after police visit at 11pm 22 November 2015

Police have really got to stop all this shit
The visits, feigned concern, discrimination, ALL OF IT!

All reports I read say they’re supposed to protect
But for my welfare, my dignity, my peace, NO RESPECT!

The Ombudsman doesn’t want to hear what I see
So sends round the police to SCARE THE HELL INTO ME!


Driven To Despair

You’ve driven me to swear
Driven me and others to despair
You allowed the govt to not care
Torture degrade, create hate and fear

You’ve driven me to hate
Left me writhing at hell’s gate
Told me there I must wait
Want heaven’s door to be my fate

You’ve driven me insane
In your class war fucking game
They do the wrong, I take the blame
You’re heads you should hang in shame

You’ve driven me to drink
To numb the pain so I don’t think
About right-wing policies that truly stink
And their increasing NAZI link

You’ve driven me to yell
Denied the facts, why I’m not well
Burn here in the fires of hell
Fuelled by corruption of what I tell

You’ve driven me to scream
Give up my lifelong hopes and dream
I want to die you are so mean
Keep asking where my health care been


Help Me Minister

Mr Smith, Honourable Minister
Mr Smith, with ideas sinister

You expect your workers to deliver
Shit balls rolled in cabinet rooms
You expect your workers to deliver
A service that breaks all rules

Instead help me Mr Smith
Help me Minister, help me Nick

Because a damaged man he raped me
Every way he could
A damaged man he raped me
Because he knew he could

Help me justice system
Help me lawyers, help me chief

I’ve been asking for care and justice
Every way I could
I’ve been asking for care and justice
Because I knew I could

Help me health providers
Help me professionals, help me guiders
The injury of abuse
Treatment and neglect’s unfair
The injury of abuse
Should follow models of health care

Help me please my people
Help me beat it, help me heal

They took from me those ones
Those that understand
They took from me support
That steady guiding hand

Help me Mr Key, Prime Minister, help me please


Human Sewage

A minor & G, song

I am human sewage, the DHB decided so
Bob Francis said do nothing, pretend we don’t know

I am human sewage, ACC decided so
Nick Smith said lets do nothing, keep up this torture show

I am human sewage, the commissioners decided so
The Ombudsman said do nothing, we don’t wanna know what you know

I am human sewage, the government decided so
John Key said lets do nothing, keep up this hypocrite show

I am human sewage, our MPs decided so
When they all said “We can’t do nothin, go away we don’t wanny know”

I am human sewage, mental health decided so
In the Wairarapa are ignorant bigots, running a suicide show

Turning me to human sewage, standing here just so
A witness to the lies they’re telling, cause they’re cruel & I know

I am human sewage, many people decided so
When they all stood back and did nothing, that’s why I’m here on show

Singing we have human sewage, created some years ago
When neo-liberals took over this country & a right-wing agenda took hold

Aye aye aye aye aye
Aye aye aye aye aye aye
Aye aye aye aye aye
Aye aye aye aye aye aye


Beat Me Black With Blue

The knives they are out
And there is no doubt
The bigots just want me shut down

Use their unbridled power
From their ivory tower
To persecute degrade & hound

I know what’s right
How to fight the god fight
On the benches, in the streets, under ground

Its a part of our law
That you choose to ignore
Let ACC break legislation I’ve found

It’s unlawful what they do
Beat me black with blue
On their torture wheel going round & round

You don’t like what I say
That I hope & I pray
For the highways of hell you’re all bound