James Bredin

(1933 / Ennis Canada)

GET RID OF APPOINTED SENATE... MAR 11TH,2013


GET RID OF APPOINTED SENATE … MAR 11TH,2013
BY
JAMES BREDIN

We have to get rid of our appointed Senate… but how?
They want us to shut up, say nothing, be polite and bow,
Binding referendums could do it but they are forbidden,
Any suggestion that we should have them will be overridden.




The Ottawa elite aristocrats want nothing to change,
That's why Trudeau's Charter of Rights was arranged,
It's like a little religion where you have to believe,
Where elite appointed senators would never deceive.




Why can't we elect senators during a general election?
Do they think we're too dumb to make the proper selection?
Who made these rules and why can't they be changed
And while we're at it; could death-with-dignity be arranged?

Mar 11th,2013

Submitted: Monday, March 11, 2013

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