Treasure Island

James Bredin

(1933 / Ennis Canada)

Injectıon Sıtes


Organized groups have taken over countries in the past,
And left most ordinary people completely silent and aghast,
Is it possible that this is happening in Canada now?
As they implement injection sites for drug addicts somehow?

Of course they say it’s a health issue and they only want to help,
Therefore our politicians are silent and never scream or yelp,
Our Supreme Court decisions seem to have a secret agenda,
Seems like slanted politically correct propaganda.

No death with dignity as in the Sue Rodriguez case,
High court decisions are not accepted as wrong or a disgrace,
Their abortion clinics allowed where the unborn babies are killed,
And now injection sites where the Health System will be billed.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Edited: Thursday, May 26, 2011

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