Why Canadians Don'T Vote Poem by James Bredin

The sad part of it all is; we’re here for a while and passing through,
Nothing changes and then we’re gone and we’re replaced by a new crew,
Our elected politicians seem reluctant to make a change,
They want to keep their positions and why should that be so strange?

So how do we compel our politicians to bring about change?
Such as binding referendums which they refuse to arrange,
Or death with dignity, which they won’t talk about or even touch,
They seem to think that these incoming strange ideas are too much.

Our appointed Supreme Court can change or make lots of new laws,
As they are dressed up in long red gowns just like Santa Clause,
Abortion clinics on almost every street in every town,
Secretly killing unborn babies in a holocaust of renown.