James Bredin

Rookie (1933 / Ennis Canada)

A National Referendum... March 1st,2014 Poem by James Bredin


If we had a national referendum; what would it be about?
Medically assisted death or politicians we could route?
But referendums and recall are banned in this great land,
Where less than half of us vote and we think that this is grand.


Because compulsory voting is not politically correct,
The Ottawa aristocrats feel this might show disrespect,
And party politicians can’t think beyond their own party rules,
They have to wait for the party orders like obedient mules.


And would medically assisted death fit into this situation?
Would the religious crowd say we are headed for damnation?
When is the next election or does anyone really know?
How long do we have to watch this Ottawa no-change floor show?

March 1st,2014

Submitted: Saturday, March 1, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, March 5, 2014

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