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James Bredin

(1933 / Ennis Canada)




Stephen: you're not paying much attention to us down on the ground,
Looking down from high up in Ottawa where your elite friends abound,
Where appointed senators and aristocrat judges seem to rule,
And the reason why Justin and his Liberals can once again fool.

No Canadian is allowed to schedule his or her own death,
SueRodriguez tried it and was told, "NO! " and they wouldn't let,
States of Oregon and Washington seem to know the score,
As painful dying quiet Canadians, silently roar.

I want you to stay where you are; so Stephen, listen to me,
You need to do something profound for us to feel, once again, free,
The tide has changed as Justin and his gang are well aware,
So do something good soon so we don't have to watch them and beware.

MAR 4TH,2013

Submitted: Monday, March 04, 2013

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